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Showing posts with label what is the point?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what is the point?. Show all posts

Friday, 17 October 2008

Tell me this is all a dream.

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Exam. Today. Me. Now. Writing. Writing? How does one write? When last did I write? Help. me. Survive. this torture. Why. have. all. these. full stops. attacked. my. blog?

Yes, as you are reading this, I am probably trying to remember how to work a pen.

You know the things people say before exams, like "Oh my god I am going to fail, I have done nothing, NOTHING!"

Well, most of the time they are lying through their teeth. I know. I have done it.


This time I am deadly serious, as deadly as a sea snake serious, when I say I have not studied, and not only have I not studied, but I actually do not give a rat's ass about this stupid exam, I am not panicking, I just don't care.

This is terrible. This has never happened to me before. I have always been good at studying. In fact, I thought it was pretty much all that I was good at. I thrived on last minute cramming, I never worried about exams. But I always cared very much about my results.


I am just not able to study any more. I am old. Since the age of 6, I have been involved in formal education for 19 and a half years! That is a lot of years! The only time I took out was 2 and a half years when I first came to the UK. I think my brain is telling me it is gatvol with this studying malarkey and is on strike.

My studying mojo has left the building. The only reason I am pitching up for this exam today is because I paid the course fees and it seems so wrong to waste the money and have to do this course again some time. Good motivation huh? Somehow I have to scrape me a 50% (I can't believe I am actually saying this).

This is all very disheartening for me. I feel like I am not myself. I feel completely detached from my life, like I am in a hot air balloon, observing from a distance, and somebody cut the rope. What a shit feeling. When do I get to come down?

Have good a  Friday people, and I hope to see you all next week if I make it through this fate worse than death that is an African literature exam (anyone read Country of my skull? A part of me dies each time I read it).

(I pray the miss karma lady is not pissed with me today, because as a rule, me + London = horrendous karma).


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