I've just has my first mock exam today. English. God it was awful. I sat there, suppressing my panic trying to find things to write about.
A students life is about 99.9% bullshitting their way through their homework and exams. Honestly, I don't think anything I wrote down was even remotely important.
Revising is also the bane of my existence. I was given an A style answer to read through and to help with ideas etc. How can it help when I can't even read it?
I mean, honestly. Look at that. Look. At. That!
At this moment in time, I'm binge watching my box set of Miranda when I need to be doing serious revision for my Sociology mock tomorrow. We have to remember 50 theories from different sociologists. How in the world am I supposed to remember 50 different theories when I can't even remember what day it is?
I'm in major melt down mode, yet my brain insists on me not doing anything about it.
Damn exams. Damn revision. Damn Miranda for being more interesting.
Okay. Deep breaths. I'm going to do the correct, British thing and go have a cup of tea before I get myself all worked up, then come back and cry over my Sociology text book.
