At two this afternoon, I emerged from a neighbouring school’s assembly hall, finally free. My International Studies exam was over. There is absolutely nothing more I can do to boost my mark, except perhaps to uncover the identity of all the International Studies examiners and brainwash them into giving me full marks on the exam. That sounds extremely difficult, highly illegal and ultimately impossible, so I’m not going to do that. Even if I did find a way to manage it, I think the guilt I’d feel as a result would drive me insane, and that would definitely not help me with my goal of getting into university.
As for the exam itself? Well, it could have been better, but that’s not to say I think I did badly. All exams could be that little bit better, especially essay-driven ones like International Studies. There is no such thing as a perfect essay, so there is no such thing as a perfect International Studies exam. Not that I really think I approached perfection. Nope, thoroughly middle of the road was I. Read on…
