There is nothing quite like walking into a hall, rows of identical wooden tables, your pens held together with an elastic band, to make you feel like an 18 year old again! There is also the strange experience of being reduced to a bizarre series of numbers. This is to prevent the marker identifying your name and metering out preferential treatment to a lucky few. The added requirement of remembering these numbers can be enough to tip precariously stored knowledge out!
I thought I had done away with this experience.
Anyway, there I was on a Monday morning wishing and hoping that I would get through the next 90 minutes with my confidence intact. I would say there was only one truly dire moment, with 5 minutes to go I realised that the value was 1.4 not 14. Talk about frantic recalculation!
I am not able to say how it turned out – I have to wait until the 19th of November for that.
I suspect by then the focus will be elsewhere. And the experience of being 18 again at the beginning of this week will be returned to memory, or at least until January when we have the next series of exams – groan.
Just to say lovely to hear of all your adventures and experiences in the big wide world and go for it!!! Even the scholastic slog!! They will only happen once in your life time and will give you lots of memories to look back on. I feel so proud of you” Exam” but I.m just your Mum!!