Pre-exam all-nighter
Ugh, as I may have mentioned, tomorrow I have an exam. Sadly, I won’t be going into this one with a wonderful coursework mark to relieve the tension. Somewhere along the way, our group of five (if you can count the woman who was never there) cocked up and so I have only just scraped a pass in this very difficult module. (What I don’t understand is our 0/5 for Originality. However crap it was, it was all our own work!) To pass my exam tomorrow, I will need 38%. But I want to do more than pass, this counts towards my degree. So the pressure’s on.
Tonight I’m thinking of all the Thursday mornings I stayed in bed rather than get into the lecture for 9. The way I found the man’s lecturing style such a turn-off that I decided that I would learn better by teaching myself - but never quite got round to it. All the notes I made and just put somewhere, and subsequently can’t find. It’s not been an easy year for me, I’ve made many bad choices, and my attendance in uni has reflected this. Apart from my language classes, I’ve hardly been attending at all. I just hate it so much sometimes, the world is full of beauty and meaning, and I’m in a stuffy classroom shuffling around on microsoft access, doing nothing useful for anyone. My problem is that I’ve always been quite smart, smart enough to learn something in 24 hours, to turn in a good essay in a week. But this is not the way forward. I’ve done well in my NHS Information and my Italian, and I hope that if the worst happens and I do mess up this exam, they’ll look at my good marks and not my attendance.
We fly to Budapest in about 36 hours time, and I’ve not even begun packing.
So bring it on, Soft Systems Methodology! It looks like my love and I are both in for a long night.
I just hope it’s not too late.
Despina preoccupata x
