My reaction in gifs:
Mathematics Extension 1.... also known as the test which everyone liked but Cynthia :( I know, in comparison to tests of previous years, this one actually wasn't too bad. There were no yucky binomials or probability questions but I still hated it 'cause I ran out of time. I had to skip some questions which, if I only had a few extra minutes, I might have been able to get.
There really is nothing worse than coming out of a test knowing you could have done better, is there? Nothing worse than feeling like you wasted so many hours of preparation / work because you pulled a Liu Xiang and sold yourself short at the final hurdle.
Oh well. You know what they say - spilt milk and all that jazz. I've had my little pity party so now it's time to move on and prepare for the next test - aka the bane of my existence, Extension 1 English (which I have no doubt is going to suck ass). At this rate, I'm going to run out of sad gifs.

Reading Jun's post reminds me of how much I used to like t.A.T.u.
So how was the 2 unit test? Well see, I'm not sure what I can say about 2 unit because the whole time I was doing the test, I WAS DYING FROM HYPOTHERMIA.
So how was the 2 unit test? Well see, I'm not sure what I can say about 2 unit because the whole time I was doing the test, I WAS DYING FROM HYPOTHERMIA.
I literally couldn't feel my pinky at the end of those three hours. Don't even ask me about question 16. All I could remember was compulsively rubbing my arms and sitting on my hands for the last thirty minutes. I did manage to complete the whole paper but ran out of time to do a double check... which kind of sucks 'cause I specialize in silly mistakes.
It didn't help that I went to a party the night before... Felt kind of groggy in the morning LOL.
Anyway, I know my posts have been very sporadic and short lately but just bear with me during the HSC. It'll get back to normal afterwards.
Here, have another flashback song:
Here, have another flashback song:

I'm feeling a bit of this:
And perhaps a bit of this too:
Don't get the wrong idea. This is not to say that I did brilliantly in Paper 2 and that my essays were Hermione-Granger standard. For all I know, I could've fucked it up real bad - when I came out of the exam room, I had an "oh shit" moment where I realised I never used the terminology of the question in my essay so I might have screwed up my chances of getting A-range responses. Also, there were moments where I had no idea what I was writing and whether it was even relatable to the question but I regurgitated my stuff anyway...
BUT NONE OF THAT MATTERS BECAUSE I DIDN'T RUN OUT OF TIME. Like seriously guys, I was so scared of not being able to finish my essays because everytime I practiced them at home, I always went over by like 3 minutes. So technically, it shouldn't have been possible for me to finish all three. Also, the BOS people must've felt bad about Paper 1 'cause Paper 2 had great questions. Well, at least I thought they were great... I had a mini heart-attack when I saw the EBB question but then I realised that two nights ago, I'd spent an hour trying to explain Romantic Modernism to people who needed my help and that IT WAS ALL GOOD 'CAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THAT IN "TEXTUAL FORM". HALLE-FREAKIN-LUJAH. HIGH-FIVES ALL AROUND.
In the end though, I'm just really glad there were no nasty surprises in that test, aka no asking for two related texts or something in Module C. Plus, like Emily said on her blog, being able to do your best is the only thing that matters.
Hooray! I'm so glad maths is up next. I need a break from intensive cramming.

Will probably be doing a really short reaction for each test. Like really short. Like:
Fucked up Section I, fucked up the creative but the essay, surprisingly, didn't seem that bad once I moulded my thesis to the question.
- end reaction -
I had a feeling they were gonna screw us over. Like WTF has "passage of time" got to do with anything? LOL. Ah well, it's over now. ONWARDS TO PAPER 2!!

You will need:
- A paper bag for hypperventilation usage
- A mattress for when you see the first question and decide to faint
- A toilet for all the bullshit and word-vomit that's going to come out of your pen
- A suitably blank expression for all those seconds spent staring at the clock, watching the time slip through your fingers
- A suitably pissed off expression for when the person next to you asks for more paper when you haven't even finished one booklet
- An extraordinary capacity for hope... 'cause that's the only thing keeping you from breaking out into hysterics
- A lot of luck - to ensure that the stimulus for creative writing matches your prepared story.
And um yeah. I think that's all.
Good luck tomorrow everyone :)

- Wake up early (at about 6:30)
- Check phone for HSC results***
- Allow about half an hour for a) celebration or b) moment of sadness
- Try to get into the shower before sister hogs the bathroom and a) sing in shower or b) sob relentlessly in shower over another potential year of modern history/history extension.
- Eat breakfast and get into car. (NTS: DO NOT FORGET VIOLIN!!)
- Meet up at school and a) act hyper and happy around friends or b) mope in the corner while they act hyper and happy around me.
- Go rollcall
- Go to hall and sit in a hard, uncomfortable seat for 2 hours. Perhaps read a little bit more of "The Bronze Horseman".
- Have violin rehearsal with Ms M and Year 7s. Force the closest Year 7 to sing by threatening to play violin close to their ear... very close to their ear.
- Have lunch with friends and a) act hyper and happy around them or b) go mope in my sad little corner and mourn the loss of 2 years of wasted effort or c) spend the whole 40 minutes fending off mosquitos with my trusty Aeroguard.
- Go back to hall and sit in a hard, uncomfortable plastic chair for another 2 and a half hours. Stand up occasionally to "make music".
- Go home and a) kick back and relax or b) spend the whole night in my room crying.
***This step may actually be modified depending on my mood. I may decide that it would be better to check the results AFTER school. It may save me a lot of doom and gloom during the day.
But then again, even though people say curiosity killed the cat, I am still a very determined, impatient cat.

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