So it’s May tomorrow, that month where everyone from the tiny age of 15 starts to realise that their exams are coming and there’s no way they can be stopped (believe me they’re coming). So with that being said this is the view I’ve had for the past few days.
Yes I am fully aware that paper comes from trees, and that I should be trying to save the world for my children’s children’s pet Labradoodle but truth be told, right now: that doesn’t matter to me. What does matter to me however is attempting to memorise the proof of the Cayley-Hamilton theorem (and you know prayin’ that it is actually on the exam) and also trying to remember what I have actually learnt this year rather than let fly over my head, look I’m a University student, this maths aint just numbers anymore sonny…
The light at the end of the tunnel? This might just be my last proper exam ‘period’. For the past 7 April-June’s I have had exams, for the past seven years every single May has been a gloriously sunny affair, but I have had to stay inside and revise (maths formulas and a light breeze don’t mix well-unless of course you fancy running around the garden or picking the taylor expansion of sin(x) out of your neighbours hedge). The biggest insult was the time I attended an exam in shorts and a t-shirt because it was far too hot for anything else, to only come home to see my family enjoying an ice cream whilst day dreaming away on a sun lounger and I had to go inside and revise for an exam the next day. Not cool.
But the thing is I actually like exams, granted I’m not a fan of the bit where nothing makes sense and an exam paper looks like someone just plucked all the greek alphabet up and combined it (loosely) with the english one (this happens on a weekly basis I promise),but I like going into a cold echoey room full of other students from different subjects all having no idea what they’re going to get given, I like looking and seeing other people with about 9 textbooks on their small desks and being smug when I only need my calculator and a ruler as extras (and I’ve usually snagged a larger desk,
sorry?) but most of all I love that feeling of walking out of the last exam, feeling the fresh air on your face, knowing that if your calculator dies in the next ten minutes it’s fine because it’s done it’s job, knowing that your pens can die, rulers break and mind go numb and barely remember your name never mind actual maths (you’d think I’d retain it a bit longer-nahh).
Actually I just really like exams.
Actually I think I’ve not enjoyed but not not enjoyed (is that a thing?) the past six exam seasons, that probably makes me a very strange human. Ask everyone else and they hate the stupid things.
May I just add that my exams are three hours long (usually) and the only thing I do not enjoy is a numb bum. If they could add cushions to exam chairs I’d be ever so grateful.