12th May. That is when it all starts. Thousands of Year 11's all over the country, preparing themselves for what will probably be one of the worst months of their life so far. It seems like the only positive said to this is that I wont be the only one going through it. I won't be alone.
But I will. When I'm shut in that exam hall, with a 2 hour 15 minute English exam beckoning my every last ounce of strength, I will be alone. There will be no teachers to tell me how to start, and no friends to convince me to carry on. I will be in my own bubble, locking out the rest of the world to concentrate on an essay about the last time I felt scared.
They say that school years are the best years of your life. Well, I don't know what school my parents went to, but they definitely aren't. It just feels like it is exam, after exam, after exam. And it never ends. If I thought GCSE's were bad, I guess I should just wait until A-Level. And the exams will just keep coming if I continue on to university.
I don't think I would be quite so stressed about exams if it wasn't for the fact I have 22. 22 EXAMS! How do they expect me to revise for all of them, and still have what they describe as a good balance. They moan at us when we do too much revision, and they moan at us if we don't do enough. We just can't win. And of those 22 exams, 9 are SCIENCE! 9 hours of science, thankfully not in one go, but how do they expect to remember 3 years worth of content, for biology, chemistry and physics. That's 3 textbooks worth that all have at least 300 pages.
Sorry about my rant, but if you don't hear from me for a while, then it is probably because I am drowning under a pile of books, or maybe even drowning in my own tears.
