|Revision cards - hundreds of them|
I have been studying for an important exam - and in those moments where I become distracted, or weary, I gaze out of the window and remember all the other times in my life when I was preparing for, or sitting, exams. There have been many; I seem to have chosen a path in life which has required many exams along the way.
- When I was sitting my GCSEs, I spent the morning before my English Literature paper sitting in the Oxford University Parks, kissing my boyfriend in the sunshine. Not to the detriment of my studies though - I rocked up to school at lunchtime, sat the exam and still got an A.
- When I was studying for my A-levels I took things more seriously. I think they still remain the exams I studied the hardest for.
- At University I only sat exams in my final year. Graham borrowed some of my notes to revise for the Cold War paper, and was very tardy at giving them back to me.
- A week before my University finals, I packed my little tent into my car, drove to the Norfolk coast and stayed there for a few days to revise in peace, by myself. I lay in my tent, with the doors pegged open, reading American history textbooks and American war poems in the breezy sunshine. I was very content and came back to campus to sit my finals with a nice suntan.
- It took me just under three years to qualify as an accountant. During that time I sat sixteen exams, and passed them all at the first attempt, whilst working full-time as a trainee accountant. Even though I am no longer an accountant, I am still very proud of that achievement.
- It felt a bit as if life was just one long exam at times, though.
- The tax exam was a bit too close for comfort - I got 51% and the passmark was 50%.
- During my very last accountancy exam, which I sat in Hackney Town Hall, I felt my first baby move in my belly for the first ever time. I sat there, beaming to myself, and the invigilator quietly walked over to check if I was okay.
The nerves are starting to kick in.
|My exam venue|