Today marked the thrilling occasion that was me finishing my Christmas tests. My final exam was physics and while it wasn’t quite as good as I might have hoped I’m reasonably happy with it.
I hate the part after exams though, when you have the memories of the exams but not the results.
Was irish quite as as as I remember? (yes).
Did I do as well as I think in applied maths?? (I hope so).
Why is it that now I can think of exactly that I should have done to finish that last question in maths but 20 minutes of staring at it didn’t yield the answer during the actual exam (when I figure out the answer to that I’ll let you know)
I could have done a lot more preparation for the exams, it might have been helpful. For instance, the night before last i was considering doing some chemistry study, but I started reading Peter pan.
Last night I was reading peter Pan but I finished. I was in bed and warm and quite unwilling to move very far. The closest book happened to be my physics book. So rather than get up and find something else I just did some study.
Then in the exam this morning I had this wonderful moment, where one of the questions called for knowledge we hadn’t needed since about October, which I wouldn’t have know except that I’s gone over it the night before !! This was my first encounter of studying actually helping with an exam, I might try it more often now.
Anyway the exams are a thing of the past now, I don’t need to think about them until the next decade. Not saying that i won’t think about them, and dwell on them, but I’ll try not to. And Christmas is powerful enough that it should send those thoughts flying from my head, since I’ll be busy going “Presents!!!!” Like the childish, selfish person I can be when it comes to occasions such as these (and possibly other occasions too… )
Christmas holidays are officially here. The scene in school was great, people were grinning as the stowed books in lockers to be promptly forgotten about, exchanged Christmas cheer with everyone, excitedly discussed plans to celebrate and left the school as quickly as possible, walking up the horrendous steps for the last time in 2009.
Of course, with the big day only 3 days away gifts are on plenty of peoples minds. Whether it’s gifts being given to you or those that you’re planning on handing out. I get off fairly easily on the buying presents front, being the baby of the family I am exempt from buying for my siblings although they generally buy for me (won’t be able to get away with that for much longer but for now I’m young and jobless so it’s grand), my parents will approach me separately to make sure I know what I’m getting their other half and to give me the money to get whatever it is I have in mind.
Within my group of friends we do a secret santa, although there’s only 5 of us so we always know who got who. I wasn’t sure what to get this year but I’m really happy with what I got so that’s great.
So I’ve dealt with everyone else, it just remains to be seen what will be waiting under the tree for me on Friday morning. No matter how old I get I don’t think I’ll ever stop being excited by the prospect my presents under the tree on Christmas morning…. It just doesn’t seem possible that a pile of presents wouldn’t make me feel like I’m around 8 years old again… And that’s the way I like it!!
