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Exams. Partly an intriguing insight into how smart I am, partly the bane of my existence.

I do admit I get a perverse pleasure in entering a tough exam knowing I've studied well and coming out with the knowledge that I'll probably get a good grade, even if I don't actually say it out loud and give all sorts of modest knock-wood answers like, "Oh, it was not bad. I hope I do well!" when all I want to do is point and scream like a banshee HAHAHA YEAH! I aced that exam, beeeeyotch!!

Of course, scholastic decorum usually frowns upon that sort of explicit behaviour since it'd be labelled as over-confidence, or worse, arrogance. Plus, imagine if I was dead wrong about how I did. Also, it wouldn't be very tactful toward those condemned souls that leave the exam hall like they've just lost a treasured pet.

But there are just some days I want to grab my books and papers and have a little Bonfire Night of my own. I'd make a little effigy of dearly departed Mr. Fawkes and proceed to dance and frolick around it like a crazed English teacher who has gone off the deep end due to reading too many erroneous essays chock-full of phrases that would make CATS sound like he's got a PhD in English Linguistics.

But what annoys me to no end is how some exams are set-- You're forced to study a whole crapload of stuff, then end up being examined on only a fraction of it. I can't stand that. Makes it feel like all that studying for those topics I didn't get tested on was a total waste of time. If you're gonna test me on everything, thats fine; I'll study everything as best as I can. But don't tell me to study 10 freakin' chapters and then test me on two.

There is one good thing about exams though. How grateful they make you feel once they're over. Oh, the air couldn't smell sweeter coming out the exam hall from that final paper.

Soon, soon...

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