The Bell Tolls

On the 27 August 2009 I will receive my GCSE examination results. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous – I am. It’s been an uphill struggle for the last two years, learning not only all the material for the ten or so subjects I was taking, but also practicing the examination technique. On top of that, several subjects have required coursework (not something I enjoy or am particularly good at. Unlike some people) which has varied between dissecting Romeo and Juliet and studying the CBD of Gloucester.

My overwhelming fear is that after so much effort, some of the subjects that I struggled with (I’m looking at you Maths and French) won’t receive the results that I feel I deserve. The whole idea of an exam is strange really, how is a two hours really meant to gleam what you learnt from two years of work – I wish there was a better way.

It’s a very strange feeling, looking back at a single exam. It seems that the inevitable question that I didn’t understand, or in reflection know I got wrong, shines through. Rather than all those areas that I feel I nailed.

I wait with eager anticipation for August 27. For better or for worst. I’ll know where I stand.