Monday, 27th November 2017Tomorrow's mocks: Maths Paper 1, 08:45 (pray for me)Side note: this post is HUGE. My apologies; I'm trying to do anything but maths right now.
Good evening.
You may have noticed that I don't normally update at this time, and you're right because right now I'm currently procrastinating revising for maths. I've accepted that there's no way I'll ever be able to revise 2 years worth of maths in three hours, and for the year ten mocks I just didn't bother, but I'm not letting myself think like that. If there's one thing I've learnt this year, it's that it's never too late. Whether it's the night before or the hour before, it's never too late to start.
And that,
mes amis, is what you call a well executed segue. I set my alarm for 5am last night (desperation or determination? you decide) and it's safe to say that that didn't happen. It's not like I even woke up and thought "nah", it's more along the lines of I didn't wake up at all. My body subconsciously thought "nah" without bothering to wake my brain up because it knew it would also say "nah". *sigh* we can't all be UnJadedJade, can we?
So, today's roundup. *cue 'woody's roundup' quietly playing in the distance*
English Literature:Oh, sweet baby Jesus, this was not my finest hour.
The Macbeth question was about ambition which should have been straightforward, but I think we've all established by now that there's no such thing as the easy way round for Meghan, so I thought it would be a good idea to start rambling about Banquo and the origin of the word 'rapt' for a page (told you I'd get it in no matter what). I wrote four pages off utter tripe and half of it isn't even readable because once I enter Exam Writing Mode™, you might as well just accept defeat and hire a translator.
Oh, but it got worse.
All I wanted was a bit of Scrooge and isolation but, no, the ghost of GCSE present decided that poverty within the Cratchit family was meant to be and I was so far gone I probably could've written about the homosexual desire between Scrooge and Marley and gotten better marks. Desperate times struck: I was making up quotes here and twisting quotes I did know there and, God, it was a mess. You know when you get into an English Literature exam and things just aren't going your way so you think, 'right, it's time to enter BS Mode™'? Well, it was like that except there was no BS to BS about
Surprisingly, I'm not too stressed about it because I'm hoping that paper 2, my stronger one, will at least scrape me a 7.
Geography:At 1pm, after some really impromptu and rather panicked case study revision at lunch, I was back at it again. I've actually never done a real English lit exam in the sports hall before, so at 2 hours and 15 minutes, this was the longest exam I've ever done because it was both physical geography and human geography crammed into one (our teacher was only allowed to set two exams, so naturally, she just
had to squeeze in all three). I don't want to jinx it, but it actually went alright. I know I've definitely messed up the last six markers because I started rambling on about fracking for one and talking about Chambamontera for another when that really wasn't what the question asked for. But, you know, I'm quite impressed at how much information I've remembered after only really going over case studies. Geography stays in my head so much better than history does, and I guess that's because I'm more likely to have a conversation about climate change with someone that I am about fricking Red Cloud's War. But don't even get me started on history because that's Thursday's problem.
Maths:
The big one. Or one third of it anyway. I want to go over as much of graphs I can and attempt a non-calculator past paper. Wish me luck.
A Pensive RambleI came to the realisation today that I've heavily normalised the concept of getting all A*s. I surround myself with revision YouTubers who got all A*s and people on TSR who did and who are working four hours a night and now, to me, it doesn't feel like a special achievement anymore. I'm not saying it's not, because it most certainly is, but if I wasn't so involved in the 'study community' then I'd think it was such a bigger deal. And I suppose that's really harmful in a way, because I guess I expect that of myself and high expectations can only lead to disappointment down the line. And it's not common, very few people get all A*s, and it doesn't' come easy, either. Obviously, now it's a hell of a lot harder to get a clean sweep of the highest grade, but sometimes you have to step back and realise that not every student is like those you find on TSR. Including me- I'm hardly your typical TSR student, but to my friends, I'm the hardest worker. I've got a friend who's only properly revised once in her life and that was for English Langage and she's smart as hell. I think I'm a failure this and a failure that just because I can't concentrate for three hours on end, but hey at least I've done something (she says, currently in bed when she should be revising maths). So, you know, if ever you feel like trash because you skipped a revision session, don't beat yourself up so much. If you think that, you obviously care. And if you care about your grades you're pretty much halfway there. (look at that poetry genius; I'm coming for you Carol Ann Duffy)
Okay, ramble over. I've also just realised I sound like I'm saying that education is the only pathway to success and if you're not academically talented then you're automatically a failure, which is
not what I'm getting at. Please don't shoot me.
Right, I'm off to revise for maths. If you don't hear from me for a while, I'm either revising or dead. Either one is equally plausible.