Yesterday we did our last ever school exam, A-level music! Perhaps the most inconveniently placed subject in our term, this exam took place in the final week of school, where time is reduced significantly by additional rehearsals for concerts.
The English A-level board OCR timetable their exams several weeks after the Scottish ones have finished. With the seemingly generous number of days available for revision, you think:
Oh it’ll be fine, we have ages. No need to stress.
On this occasion excess time seemed to cause my own learning to regress. I hadn’t been in a classroom for weeks and had lost the ability to write with a pen. The result: unnecessary panic and, more shamefully, boredom.
We powered through from 9 till 11 in the morning, then exited the exam room to take our first breaths of free life. Finally!
After devoting the majority of their time to this subject – for what feels like an eternity – my friends don’t quite know what to do with themselves.
Mini, the one examining her hair, even said to me the day before:
I can’t imagine life after A2!
I can see my wall!
So how do you feel after exams? Is there another purpose to life?
The answers are ‘great’ and ‘yes’.