Edited by Neil Anderson, Thursday, 13 Jun 2013, 21:50
As ever I walked to and from my exam, which this time was a wee way; I reckon about eight miles (round trip), perhaps more.
The Hibees ground: Easter road, I haven't been there in a while, it's changed a bit. We were in the West stand where there was a good view of the pitch, but felt too hot. Still, it was plush enough. If I had a gripe it was that, obviously hired [as a janny who hires-out] examination desks were on the small side; I had to store various bits-and-bobs on the floor.
I was the only one doing M336, so I was the only one who failed last time, which I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad about.
On my right were geologists, who had a wee bag of rocks to open; on my left were M263ers, which piqued my interest as it is a course that I've done myself, I'd have liked to know what they thought. But after the exam I could muster neither the energy nor the courage to ask any of them about it.
The exam, for me, started shakily, literally. Despite making sure, I thought, that I had lots of blood sugar, the walk and the adreneline-kick made me shake badly. I made this worse by heading for a question that, although I knew that I could do it required some accuracy. I wasted about twenty minutes before I gave it up as a bad job.
Fortunately by this time the lemonade was kicking in. Yup that's right I've changed my drink; I'm going for high-sugar. I think this worked.
By this time we were about thirty minutes in, the shakes had stopped and I had gotten into the groove. I did about seven of the part I questions pretty quickly. Enthused I tackled my two group theory questions; the first was OK, the second asked something that I had not jot one of a clue about for the b). So I went back to the question that I'd tackled first, this time I saw what was required and did most of the question well, I think.
Now I had about forty-five minutes to go [did I mention that the clocks were visible from anywhere?] so I tackled a couple of question where I could make a good guess about the structure of the answer.
Now I had fifteen minutes left. So I tackled the lattice question.
What I didn't do was to make a diagram. Five marks a-begging, I will get none. If five marks are important I will kill the hat that I don't have lest I eat it.
You walk home the, three-or-so miles with, regrets in your head. In fact there was a moment where some street-performer seemed to have arranged some group of tourists to cheer passers-by when people walked past. He must have been disappointed by my utter unreaction because I heard him doing it again. And such things amuse only a certain amount of times.
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As ever I walked to and from my exam, which this time was a wee way; I reckon about eight miles (round trip), perhaps more.
The Hibees ground: Easter road, I haven't been there in a while, it's changed a bit. We were in the West stand where there was a good view of the pitch, but felt too hot. Still, it was plush enough. If I had a gripe it was that, obviously hired [as a janny who hires-out] examination desks were on the small side; I had to store various bits-and-bobs on the floor.
I was the only one doing M336, so I was the only one who failed last time, which I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad about.
On my right were geologists, who had a wee bag of rocks to open; on my left were M263ers, which piqued my interest as it is a course that I've done myself, I'd have liked to know what they thought. But after the exam I could muster neither the energy nor the courage to ask any of them about it.
The exam, for me, started shakily, literally. Despite making sure, I thought, that I had lots of blood sugar, the walk and the adreneline-kick made me shake badly. I made this worse by heading for a question that, although I knew that I could do it required some accuracy. I wasted about twenty minutes before I gave it up as a bad job.
Fortunately by this time the lemonade was kicking in. Yup that's right I've changed my drink; I'm going for high-sugar. I think this worked.
By this time we were about thirty minutes in, the shakes had stopped and I had gotten into the groove. I did about seven of the part I questions pretty quickly. Enthused I tackled my two group theory questions; the first was OK, the second asked something that I had not jot one of a clue about for the b). So I went back to the question that I'd tackled first, this time I saw what was required and did most of the question well, I think.
Now I had about forty-five minutes to go [did I mention that the clocks were visible from anywhere?] so I tackled a couple of question where I could make a good guess about the structure of the answer.
Now I had fifteen minutes left. So I tackled the lattice question.
What I didn't do was to make a diagram. Five marks a-begging, I will get none. If five marks are important I will kill the hat that I don't have lest I eat it.
You walk home the, three-or-so miles with, regrets in your head. In fact there was a moment where some street-performer seemed to have arranged some group of tourists to cheer passers-by when people walked past. He must have been disappointed by my utter unreaction because I heard him doing it again. And such things amuse only a certain amount of times.
Tomorrow the numbers and similar woes.