1 Down, 4 To Go.

My English exam was today and is now finally over. I (hopefully) don't have to do it ever again. I love English but doing it for school is a bit of a slog. I do English for pleasure, hence my blog and numerous poems and my ongoing novel which has been put on hold for about 2 years due to school. I don't think I can bring myself to repeat the course again if I have to. I need an 'A' in either Maths or English. Ultimately, I want an A in everything but because my nerves take over and tend to do silly things in the exam, I don't always meet the standards of an A.

The past paper I did for Maths today was good. I counted up my marks and realised that the percentage of 77 meant an A. I re-counted and re-counted again, yep still 77%. Wow, I got an A! After proving to myself that I could definitely work out the percentage right and that I trusted myself that I wasn't being delusional, I finally accepted the fact that it is possible for me to get an A. Let's just hope it's like that in the actual exam. Oh, what I'd do to get that trivial sheet of paper with the printed As and Bs down the column. That's why I'm working my bum off.

For English, I had been so worked up about it. Plus the fact that it was the first final exam of the year. It has got to the point now where I just had to give myself a bit of a shake. I worked to the best of my ability the whole year and in the exam, I studied religiously and worrying about it won't do any favors. I now have the frame of mind that I did my best and that is all I can do. I will be happy with any result I get for English because I know, within myself, that I did my absolute best.