There Goes My English Career.
That was one of the worst English language exams I have ever done.
Thinking about it, it wasn’t particularly hard I just had absolutely no creative juices flowing. Nothing. I have never been much of a creative writer but that was embarrassingly awful.
Most of the comprehension questions were fine (sort of) but I spent too much time on the lesser questions and ran out of time on the longer questions.
The twenty four mark question was “some people say that those who save lives or improve the living of others are true role models, write an article based on this.” I wrote a bunch of drivel about how we idolise celebrities because they’re beautiful/successful etc. and forget about people like doctors and nurses who devote their lives to helping others and that it is the most selfless act. THEN I decided to go on a rant about how celebrities try and boost their image by taking part in charity events. It wasn’t the best point to make because most of them genuinely care; I was running out of ideas and freaking out.
I have never been more disgusted with the sixteen mark question however. You had to write a blog post (aha) about a time when you felt uncertain or unsure and how you overcame your uncertainty. It was the worst. I had fifteen minutes left and couldn’t think of anything to write, nothing “outside the box” anyway, so I wrote about the first time I got on a bus by myself.
THE FIRST TIME I GOT ON A BUS BY MYSELF.
Who does that? It’s so mortifying because I know, if I had had more time or, I don’t know, been able to prepare for it, I could have done something reasonable. BUT NO. I had to go with the most pathetic, pitiable excuse for an article I have ever written in my entire life. It had no depth, no wit, no interesting anecdote. To put it bluntly (and excuse my French,) that exam was the biggest pile of shit.
My friend Becky also did the AQA board English language exam today and she feels just as disheartened. She tweeted me a wonderful conclusion however: (excuse the language again, sometimes swearing gets your rage across better)
It feels as if everyone has lost out today, and this is why we should punch AQA in the fucking mouth.
I could not agree more.
My only hope now of getting an A* is that the rest of the country did equally as bad and fingers crossed, they might lower the grade boundaries.
My worst fear isn’t not getting an A*, it’s letting down my English teacher. She predicted me two A* and at this rate I’ve got two Bs, maybe even a C for that language paper.
Excuse me whilst I repeatedly punch myself in the face.
Song of the week: this is the third one but you can never have enough music in your life. Colours by Grouplove. Excellent song, was stuck in my head throughout the exam.
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