It’s June 2020, and I am tired of the year already. I love my work, but lately, I have had these headaches. As a result, I am struggling at work.
Well, I finally know what’s up, Malaria and typhoid.
Mock exams and Final exams In June
Twenty years ago, I was 16 going on 17. I had just come through what I thought was the most stressful time of my life. The mock exams a month prior had been horrible. We wrote 25 papers in one week, and I also had my French and Religious Studies Finals.
I remember being out of breath, literally. My nose is running, hey, it was already winter. It was a chilly morning as I walked to Mrs. S’s house to go and record my French Orals. I was so nervous; I was wound up like a clock.
French was not an easy subject for me, especially the listening and speaking part. I was often caught stumbling and stammering when called upon to speak in class. Yet I kept at it, determined to become better. It helped that my teacher was encouraging and gave me the tools I needed.
However, as I slowly made my way to her house that morning, the magnitude of what I was about to do, scared me. Then doubts began to plague me.
Was I ready? Did I study those picture cards enough?
A few days later, Mrs S approached me
Bethany, you know how you have be struggling with the listening portion of the exam. Well you have a choice to make, to sit for the regular exam with the others, or you take a different exam. However if you do so, you will not be able to get grades above C.
I looked at her, it seemed like eternity passed
Then her daughter who lived in the same wing of the hostel said,
I considered what she said, and found wisdom in it, and so I said,
I will sit for the listening exam like everyone.
Religious studies now that was a subject I could write in my dreams. Everyone knew it, and it was expected that I deliver an A. I remember at the end of Form 3 filling the form for deciding the classes you were going to take in Form 4 and 5. My Dad automatically said I was choosing Religious Studies.
The truth I was torn between two subjects Religious Studies and Art. Art was a subject I had loved ever since I learned to hold a pencil in my hand. As a child if I was not somewhere reading a book, I was most likely drawing. For a long time it was my way of expressing myself before I found writing at the age of 15.
However, I don’t think my My dad had any of that in mind, instead he was looking at the potential grades I would achieve. When I returned the document to Mr. S the Assistant Headmaster after the holidays, he was so relieved I had chosen religious studies. It was then I knew that there were expectations.
Two years later, it was time to fulfill those expectations. Thankfully I got through a rough patch in Form 4, where I struggled with the format of answering questions and had gotten some ”B’s” as a result.
I had learned the vital lesson that pride goes before the fall. I had worked hard to get those A’s again and determined not to rest on my laurels but to strive continuously.
Now the moment of truth had arrived. I had written and submitted my essays on Persecution and Racism. Now it was time to sit for two exam papers.
The first one was a breeze. The second one looked like it would be super easy. There were still about one hour left, and I was done. I was tempted to stand up and hand in my paper. After all, there were mock exams, and I had to study.
Instead, I decided to look over my answers again, and then I saw it. I had written a wrong answer to one question. In my excitement and the haste to start, I had misinterpreted the question.
I sat there in the examination room with my mouth wide opened. I quickly closed it and whispered a prayer of Thanksgiving and promptly canceled the wrong answer and began to write furiously.
Thirty-five minutes later, I was satisfied with my work. I glanced around, and everyone was still working. I looked down at my purple Cassio, and we still had 25 minutes on the clock.
I took one more look at my paper, and then I got up and walked to the invigilator and handed it over, and walked out of the room.