SO DONE: Exams, bragging and Faulks

I have my first GCSE exam tomorrow, and I AM SO DONE. I’m going to delete Facebook if I see any more messages saying ‘First exam tomorrow. I’m screwed.’ or ‘Good luck to my wonderful daughter, all you need to do is try your best. Kisses, Mummy xxxxxx’. We’re all in this boat together; you don’t need to brag about how you’ve spent the past six hours cramming. This is Religious Studies, for crying out loud. Does God really care if you know the different Christian beliefs on euthanasia?

I’ve spent the past six hours debating with myself the difference between naturalism and realism, and is it really necessary to put labels on theatre anyway. And learning more Hamilton lyrics, because I’ve fully embraced my status as Hamiltrash. Sigh.

In other news, I’ve discovered a love for Sebastian Faulks. I get tremors whenever I even catch a glimpse of Of Mice and Men, so I’m attempting to distract myself (ensuring that I cock up the exam in the process, but meh) with other literature. This other literature includes Bill Bryson’s Mother Tongue, and A Fool’s Alphabet by Faulks. I’ve never read anything by Faulks before (not even Birdsong), and I only bought this because I needed another book to fulfil the ‘three for a pound’ offer, and I recognised the name. Not as much of a page turner as Kafka on the Shore, from whom I’m experiencing withdrawal symptoms, but still rather interesting. Each letter in the alphabet represents a place in the life of Pietro, and although it’s rather jumpy time-wise, I haven’t managed to lose track of anyone. Yet.

To all you people sitting exams in the near future, I take my hat off to you. Good luck, God bless, and remember that it’s not the end of the world if you can’t remember what ‘proselytising’ means. Actually, I don’t. Ah well.



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