(he says, while neglecting his school work to write a blog post in his free periods)
In realising that I have, seriously, thirteen school days left in my life (barring a series of year-repeatingly bad exam-related failures), I have started to look forward to my summer exams with my usual feelings of excitement – because I have a chance to get those arbitrary characters that are supposedly indicative of intelligence we nicked from Latin and called ‘grades’ – and fear – just in case my letters don’t make the right acronym at the end of it.
I’ve been thinking about the fact that I have four A2 exams (for English, Geography and History) and three GCSE exams (all for Ancient History), totalling seven; and while I think this is ‘a lost’, especially the day where I have English and Ancient History within a few hours of each other, my friends have considerable more: there are, like, 736 maths exams, the Science practical tests last week, and any resits that my friends are doing from last year (two or three each in some cases). And the poor sods doing GCSEs will have around twenty to cry through this summer.
But I don’t feel that I have it easy. Perhaps it’s the nature of my exams, that mine are, generally, two-hour exam sessions, which are massive concentrations of creative energy, as opposed to maths exams which, while not being necessarily easier as a result, are more of a slog of lower-intensity, repeated effort across several days and several papers. And I think this matches the careers you can expect as a result of these subjects: writers will spend 6 months working 20-hour days to cut a novel down for a publisher, while bankers will have more of a 9-5 work schedule. Spread over 9 or 10 months of a year.
I larger part of this feeling, however, is that I’ve been thinking about my specific workload for this summer all year: I’ve known about it, I’ve worked towards it, and so I’ve built my daily and weekly schedules around it. Therefore, I can afford to write a blog post every day, because two hours of intensive effort for each of my subjects a day on the weekends leaves me with an evening to relax; if I were still doing French, I probably wouldn’t have been able to start this blog in the first place, as every free second of my life would be spend conjugating irregular verbs.
And so, I feel that my workload is as heavy as everyone else’s, even if it might not be, because it fits the description of ‘Year 13 Exams’ for me: I think that everyone associates complete fear and a need to revise like Hell with this period, and so we’re all going to be working at 100%, regardless of the scale or the task ahead of us.
This is why I felt I needed to drop French; I got an A, by no means the lowest grade in the class, and probably wasn’t as God-awful as I thought I was at various points last year, but I knew that I would work pretty hard for these exams, and knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself working hard for French, even if my other subjects suffered. My offer is AAA, but if I did French as well, it could easily have been AABC; knowing me, I’d probably do a crap-load of French instead of English, get ABBB overall and fail to get in.
And with this idea of revision hard in mind, I’m going on holiday next week, and so new posts will not be released – which probably won’t make too much difference to my viewer figures as an honest 90% of all my views are on that Geography Pickup Lines post – and I won’t be able to talk to you in comments, or pay any attention to what you’re writing about on your own blogs. So enjoy the next week for me – I probably won’t, given the work I need to do – and I’ll see you on Monday 14th April.