tooth soup

Examinations, in my opinion, are both the best and the worst way of obtaining marks for contribution to the end of year grade awarding of the skills that any one student may or may not have exhibited during a year. On the one hand it is possible, nay probable that said student can achieve a significant proportion of the marks allocated to any exam simply by having followed the course up until the point of examination. By simple logic alone it can be assumed that the student has done this, as if we assess the for and against points for the action of study we find that the majority lies with the positive. So then what possible reason can I have for not liking tests/exams?
Well for a start, it’s one day. On any particular day there are a number of variable conditions that -everyone- not only students have to face. For example, the comfy factor of your bed. Should I even get out of this? SHould I go with the comfy and miss the cruel? What if I were to be hit by a bus and the only thing between me and being a spat of strawberry jam on the road side is this comfy bed? You see the problem.
I was going to run on with this a little but we’ve all been there and quite frankly I can’t think of any other reasons I don’t like exams other than the fact that it’s one day that’s worth about 60% of your entire semseter’s work. Moral of the story. Tests can go get fucked.

What brought this on is the fact that I had two tests lately. Two tests that I had done minimum study for and definitely wasn’t prepared. Needless to say I think I have definitely failed them. Luckily for me I don’t think I need to have passed them to continue studying at university. *phew*

In other news, I forgot to mention that while I was in dunsborough I caught a fish with my bare hands .

Admittedly it was quite dead.

p.out.

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