This is the period where almost everyone in education has some sort of examination, whether that’s GSCEs, A Levels, coursework or written examinations in university.
Me? I have none. I should have had one exam about the technologies behind various file formats and compression methods, but the lecturers threw that idea out of the window since they thought it wouldn’t be practical in a real life situation. Or something like that. I don’t know.
So, while almost everyone on my friends list on Facebook has to either prepare for a handful of exams or finish a project before a due date, I’m sitting in my room, just waiting for something to happen.
So that’s the situation. Everyone else is busy with educational based work, while I sit in my room re-watching videos on YouTube.
I know this is probably not a popular opinion, but if I could swap with any of my friends and sit their exams for them, I would.
I think I am the only one of my peers who actually misses sitting exams. I actually liked school when I was younger, mainly because it was a routine. The only thing I disliked was the behaviour of some of the other people in certain classes. For me, you attend school and university to learn, not to sit in a room for an hour talking to your friends about how someone somewhere in the world did something that is worthy of discussion.
But, along with the Chemistry and Physics lessons, the examination period was one of my favourite times in school. Not really the whole procedure of sitting down and trying to remember the many properties of Benzene or the various laws and constants, but the actual exams themselves.
We had our exams in the school’s sports hall, and I knew everyone saw the doors to the sports hall as something different.
Some saw it as the gates Lucifer himself placed there, as punishment for their sins during the year, while others probably just saw it as the doors to failure. Doors that will slam in their face as they try to walk into their career of choice.
Me? I saw them as doors of peace, tranquility, and thought. The times sitting there, in that room, were honestly some of the best times in my life. And if I could go in there again, I would.
It was like a small haven for me, that sports hall. The days of examination, no matter what the subject was, I almost always walked in and out of that room with a smile on my face. Maybe not on the outside all the time, but inside.
Even my most hated subjects like Welsh, Religious and Biology in GCSE, I was smiling. I literally danced through my English Literature exam. I was even told by one of the overseers to stop because I was distracting others.
Now, I say this, and you might be thinking “God, you’re rather egotistical, aren’t you?” First of all, I’m only human. And secondly, I didn’t say that I smiled through the examination days with the confidence that I’ll get straight A grades.
I knew, and still know, that I’m rather average when it comes to my knowledge that those blasted people in WJEC requested from me. I know, deep down in my heart, that the markers at such a well respected organisation cried tears of distress when they opened my paper and noticed that I didn’t correctly state the reasons for the existence of anti-matter. Oh, how many sleepless nights did they have from that. In all honesty, my confidence going in and out of each exam was really low. I know I didn’t have the knowledge to be in the top ten percent of Wales in a certain subject.
Maybe it was just knowing that, in the time allotted for the exams, there’d be peace. It would be some messed up tranquil moment where the only thing that mattered for the next hour or two would be this paper that was filled with questions and conundrums that I had to complete.
And now, two years into my university degree, I will honestly say that I would love an exam in something. Again, I’m not saying that I’d pass it with flying colours. I just miss those days.
Maybe it was because almost every exam that I sat, I finished with at least twenty minutes left to go, which gave me time to just think about anything I wanted. Sometimes I used to just sing songs to myself (quietly, of course), while other times I may have just contemplated on life and its mysteries. Well, with the occasional flip through all my work to make sure I haven’t missed a question or someting.
I don’t know, my fellow world. It does seem that I’m the only one in this mindset. Well, that’s what I guess when I see people nervously reading over their notes or talking to themselves. Maybe one day, I’ll have to sit another exam. If my thoughts of examinations change, I’m sure to enlighten you with another boring trip down memory lane.
I thank ye, world.
Image – jackhynes