Exam

I just finished my second Cambridge English exam this afternoon. Two hours of regurgitating out onto paper everything I know about Julius Caesar and A View from the Bridge. Which was always going to be an interesting two hours. However, it was interesting for the wrong reasons... well, reasons detrimental to my success in English.

I went into the exam quietly confident. I planned on kicking exam ass. It took about half of the exam time for me to realise that this was probably not the best way of going about something testing academic knowledge. 'Kicking exam ass' could have been read as 'lying to myself about the extent of my knowledge and the consequences of my imenent failure'.

I came to the realisation that I gave up on English halfway through the year without realising it. There is a point in my notes book where the logical progressions of thought just stops.... and is replaced with disjointed and unrelated buzz words; 'heteronormative society' 'intra psychic exploration' and my favourite 'a vivid disection of the human condition'. This will not help me pass.

It seems my knowledge was lacking. And it was far far too late to do anything about it. It was beyond late. I spent the last half hour of this exam coming to terms with this fact.

Oh well... At least I can blame the teacher.