(Or: The only thing missing was a Migraine)
Exams are strange times, aren’t they? My second year summer ones are rapidly fading into the distance after just a couple of weeks of freedom.
I found that all kinds of studying repelled me. No matter what setting I was in or all the distractions I removed, I still found myself staring out the window or into space, or even thinking of other things while I was taking notes (!!) so nothing would go into my brain.
I was out of my routine of classes and in some cases, going home for the weekend, so Belfast had a different feel to it. The house and street were quiet and odd. On the Saturday night that I spent up there, I went to the local Mass and not being used to the system, skipped some old people (accidentally!) in the queue for Communion which I got some pretty dirty looks about. On the way home I got some food from the little Chinese on our street and it was amazing. I watched Britain’s Got Talent with my housemate. See how much work we did? Because I was missing my friend’s fancy dress birthday party in Derry, and thus my boyfriend wearing green tights, I made her a sign and forced myself to do a few hours of reading to try to make it worthwhile…
I was introduced to the idea of ’emergency chocolate’ by Abbye, I had always known of its existence but just hadn’t formed a thought about it…I also had latte with her and chatted for about 3 hours.
I made one dinner that I loved and was proud of. It consisted of a red onion, a yellow pepper, some cooked chicken pieces, noodles and stir fry sauce. It was yum. I can’t cook! A regret of mine…
The Queen’s visit, Obama’s visit and a few weddings of people I used to know were all in my periphery as I attempted to complete my essays and my revision of philosophy of mind. Weddings of friends and acquaintances have begun…makes me feel like I am on the cusp of something… Surely we are not old enough for this? I turned 22 at the weekend, I’m even a little in denial about that.
Pure procrastination allowed me to notice things I hadn’t before, like the pretty, sporty medical students that live opposite and at a different house a poor girl who only had to do the walk of shame (at 12 noon on a Tuesday) in heels from his front door to the road and waiting taxi and managed to fall out the door in a heap – through alcohol or pure embarrassment.
I said a lot of prayers, mainly to St Joseph of Cupertino ‘patron saint of test takers and weak students.’
I developed a weird dress sense as I wasn’t often leaving the house. I must find the photo but one day I found myself in flowery leggings, my NaNoWriMo t-shirt and a pink cardigan. Personal appearance goes out the window. Exam face, anyone?
Stress or hormones or perhaps both had me crying at the drop of a hat. I cried when I saw Foo Fighters perform ‘Walk’ on TV at Radio One’s Big Weekend “They’re going to play this when Dave Grohl dies…” I cried when I watched ‘When Harry Met Sally’ for the first time (I Loved it!) I cried at Joanna Cannon’s blog – and also Keris’ Post about turning 40.
A few days before the exam I had to get my boyfriend to change my Twitter and Facebook passwords so that I wouldn’t drift onto these sites.
I had other things going on in my life, but I think I could have definitely tried harder! Next year I am promising myself that I will work very hard, as the final year of my degree carries the most marks. Strange times, exams. Let’s hope the results are kind…