I can't Godaya! I can't! I can't!! I can't! This was my friend whining (with reason) last Saturday. She, along with a host of other friends of mine has been hit with the exam blues.
Sadness. Fellow blogger Gutterflower is also going through it, along with closest-thing-I-have-to-a-better-half. I guess along with a couple of thousand more people. Which made me think of my past school days. See, I'm old. I did the horrid and much hated exams over four years ago. After arriving at my fifth school, I finally settled down to properly study and face the mother of all exams. I thought it would be easy. I thought it would be safe. How wrong I was.
My chosen area of study was Maths. Or if you live in the US, Math. Which meant I studied (or pretended to) Combined Maths, Chemistry and Physics. I can see you smile that sarcastic little smile. Can you wipe it off please?
Two or so years of classes, matches, notes, tutorials, exams, mock exams, and numerous sleepless nights with past papers later, I was at the qualifying round: Withdrawals. That couple of hours of hate which is only seconded by the exam itself. Things didn't in particularly well. In fact, it was so bad I walked out of my physics paper. Which would explain why it took a lot of convincing to make my Physics master believe that I had passed his beloved subject. I failed the exam as a whole, but that's a completely different matter.
The point I'm trying to get at, is that no matter what we do in the last part of our school based academic life, we always end up doing something we like, because that is the path to happiness. So here I am, four years later, having sailed through marketing, event management, communication, reporting, development work and a whole range of enterprising schemes, finally settled down at writing. And taking pictures. I like it here. Would I go back and change anything? No chance in hell.
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