Showing posts with label exam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exam. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Things to do in an exam room after the actual exam.

Things to do in an exam room after finishing the exam

So you have just finished your cooking exam, or you are on the verge of tears after giving up on your maths exam. It's 2.15, and you're stuck here for another 45 mins.

What can you do?


Well, you could...


Name the contents of your pencil case.

Play the "who would you most want to make out with who is in the exam room if there was no such thing as social repercussions" game.

Stare at the back of someones head, see if they notice.

Write a letter to the examiner on a piece of paper.

Origami.

Rock on your chair.

Start looking really stressed and panicked. see if any teachers pay any attention to you.

Count your teeth.

Try to make eye contact with someone (not recommended for year 12 exams).

Imagine the big important english teacher pacing the room is walking in lava.

Or doing your maths exam. hehe

Make a little dancing dude in the corner of all the pages of a text book.

Remmove your shoes.

Start scratching compulsively.

Start mouthing satanic incantations at your exam paper.

Sleep.

Actually finish the exam!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Me, myself and the K.

Ok, so two blog posts in one day, it's getting pretty extreme, but then again, people are allowed to write in their diary rather erratically, right?
Well, I feel I have to inform (myself?) about the K, otherwise known as Tall Green Male, Tall Dark Male, Tale Green Cat and Kenneth.
My dear old friend Romy is now over her K (Kyle) and is now infatuated with my K's best friend (we think..) joey.
But I had my last ever english class, and Kenneth hadn't been there all week. Snd I won't be in an english class with him next year, becasue I am a little year 10, who did year 11 english this year, and who is doing year 11 literature. He will do year 12 english. I will never have reason to talk to him again.
And I was oh so looking forward to oral presentations. We were having 'psuedo-conversations', and that would have been lots of fun, discussing abortions, sheep getting their arses hacked off and children posing in magazines.
But his myspace says he is single.
Oh dear, I think I might cry everywhere. Sigh.

Today, as I said was the english exam. And now, our relationship is over. Or somewhat.

And his hair isn't green anymore!
And I hope he never ever finds this..