Exams are to me, as Donald Trump is to any feminist. I detest them. They illicit a vicious cycle of mind numbing anxiety which leads to considering not actually going to sit down for the exam because the reality of it is: I just can’t. This rollercoaster of emotions generally rolls round during general tests, which then swells to the size of my entire awkward bubble at the mere utterance of the “E” word. My latest case was about a week ago, to the extent that I literally couldn’t even revise my notes because the thought of going to write an official document which would rank my level of knowledge, filled me with panic-stricken dread.
Here’s to hoping the next few are better.
Stay Gold, 🍂
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