Bad tidings readers. The exams are literally knocking on my door! Not really. Anyway, the first GCSE (Geography) is next Monday and from then on there are more exams for the next two weeks. 'Expect little more than a sarcastic...' perhaps that one needs a rest for now.
Just a quick note to say that I finally have one plant that has germinated. Unfortunately, I have no idea what the hell it is because I crammed melons, butternut squashes, lemons, oranges and apples into the same tray in my desperation and longing for a mini-orchard. We'll have to wait and see what fruit it bears... if any.
Got to now. My mother has just handed me a large slab of expired Christmas cake.
30 May 2007
23 May 2007
Incredibly Comfortable Trousers
Phew! I feel like the exams are already over. Today we had English Literature and ICT.
The question for Of Mice and Men on the Lit paper was so vague that I hardly knew what to write about. Instead I wrote about everything. There, that should cover everything. But in enough detail? Shit. I'll probably get an A or something crap like that.
The other Literature question was about how language is used in four different poems. I chose to do two by Carol Ann Duffy (A lesbian poet with a CBE that lives in Manchester), one by Robert Browning (famous Victorian poet that lives in a grave) and another by Will Shakey. I kicked arse on these, pausing only to think about how to break WS's gay relationship with an actor to the examiner. According to my interpretations of Sonnet 130, there was man involved in his sexual life, other than himself.
This afternoon we also had ICT. This basically involves distinguishing between monitors and floppy disks and there's you A*. One of the questions asked:
Select two advantages of using RFID tags in supermarkets.
A) So police can trace thefts
B) So shopping can be calculated without being placed on the conveyor belt
C) So they can form evil networks
You need not have turned on a computer in your life to be able to see that an 'evil network' can't be a good thing. That, I would say, is actually a general picture of the exam. Its a complete wonder that everyone gets an A or A* at my college. Considering I got 79/80 on my coursework which is actually 60% of the final grade already, I would hazard a conservative guess of my grade at an A*.
The previous Friday we also had Citizenship. The coursework for this was the litter picking you are probably familiar with. That was also simple, although I fluked a couple of the questions on UN summits and Lay Magistrates. Apparently my answers were correct. Then again Jingo is known to get these kind of things wrong.
So now we have 13 days until the next exam, Geography, in 13 days time. In the mean time I'll be spending most of my time revising like crazy the subjects of Chemistry, Physics and Maths. I am taking all of these for A-level so need to get a decent grade. Therefore "expect little more than a sarcastic comment from Jingo to grace this blog over the next few days", sorry that's weeks...
The question for Of Mice and Men on the Lit paper was so vague that I hardly knew what to write about. Instead I wrote about everything. There, that should cover everything. But in enough detail? Shit. I'll probably get an A or something crap like that.
The other Literature question was about how language is used in four different poems. I chose to do two by Carol Ann Duffy (A lesbian poet with a CBE that lives in Manchester), one by Robert Browning (famous Victorian poet that lives in a grave) and another by Will Shakey. I kicked arse on these, pausing only to think about how to break WS's gay relationship with an actor to the examiner. According to my interpretations of Sonnet 130, there was man involved in his sexual life, other than himself.
This afternoon we also had ICT. This basically involves distinguishing between monitors and floppy disks and there's you A*. One of the questions asked:
Select two advantages of using RFID tags in supermarkets.
A) So police can trace thefts
B) So shopping can be calculated without being placed on the conveyor belt
C) So they can form evil networks
You need not have turned on a computer in your life to be able to see that an 'evil network' can't be a good thing. That, I would say, is actually a general picture of the exam. Its a complete wonder that everyone gets an A or A* at my college. Considering I got 79/80 on my coursework which is actually 60% of the final grade already, I would hazard a conservative guess of my grade at an A*.
The previous Friday we also had Citizenship. The coursework for this was the litter picking you are probably familiar with. That was also simple, although I fluked a couple of the questions on UN summits and Lay Magistrates. Apparently my answers were correct. Then again Jingo is known to get these kind of things wrong.
So now we have 13 days until the next exam, Geography, in 13 days time. In the mean time I'll be spending most of my time revising like crazy the subjects of Chemistry, Physics and Maths. I am taking all of these for A-level so need to get a decent grade. Therefore "expect little more than a sarcastic comment from Jingo to grace this blog over the next few days", sorry that's weeks...
14 May 2007
Chrsythansythisieums
Fate, cruel fate. Why do you mock me? It turns out that the lemons that had supposedly started sprouting last week are actually some type of stupid flower whose name I cannot pronounce. Instead of the orchards of orange trees I had hoped would fill my conservatory (yeah right, we barely have a concrete yard), I will be stuck with chrsythansythisieums or whatever some old man in a potting shed decided to call them. Apparently my mother took the liberty of replanting my orange pots with this weird blue flower, but completely failed to inform anyone. So there I was jumping for joy at the sight of 5mm of green shoot erupting from the damp earth that I had nurtured so attentively for the last 2 weeks.
It looks like I will now have to consult some kind of trade journal or other literature on the basis of securing some knowledge of Mediterranean fruits. I once used to be a dab hand at avocados, cacti and small palms but even the most hardy of plants now look weak and shriveled in my room. Reminds me of me.
Elsewhere in my supremely interesting life so far, we have been doing a bit of 'spring cleaning' as some would like to refer to it as. I prefer to think of it as 'Time to get rid of some shit week', as that is basically what it is. My brother and I (yes, the Tracy Beaker one) have bother been at it, clearing out our rooms. It seems 6 year olds get through toys very quickly these days.
Whereas with me it was the same old wooden clothes peg and broken glass bottle that kept me amused from birth till 7, my bother seems to have gone through Postman Pat > Bob the Builder > Fireman Sam > The Shiny Show in a matter of months. Hence the jump to CBBC, as CBeebies no longer has the calibre to amuse him for longer than the time it takes to scroll past it to Channel 71 on Freeview.
Relevantly enough, I have just got myself some new speakers. And just in case Jingo thinks IKEA have launched a new range of electricals, I got them from Argos actually.
It looks like I will now have to consult some kind of trade journal or other literature on the basis of securing some knowledge of Mediterranean fruits. I once used to be a dab hand at avocados, cacti and small palms but even the most hardy of plants now look weak and shriveled in my room. Reminds me of me.
Elsewhere in my supremely interesting life so far, we have been doing a bit of 'spring cleaning' as some would like to refer to it as. I prefer to think of it as 'Time to get rid of some shit week', as that is basically what it is. My brother and I (yes, the Tracy Beaker one) have bother been at it, clearing out our rooms. It seems 6 year olds get through toys very quickly these days.
Whereas with me it was the same old wooden clothes peg and broken glass bottle that kept me amused from birth till 7, my bother seems to have gone through Postman Pat > Bob the Builder > Fireman Sam > The Shiny Show in a matter of months. Hence the jump to CBBC, as CBeebies no longer has the calibre to amuse him for longer than the time it takes to scroll past it to Channel 71 on Freeview.
Relevantly enough, I have just got myself some new speakers. And just in case Jingo thinks IKEA have launched a new range of electricals, I got them from Argos actually.
06 May 2007
56%
Additional Maths mock-exam results came back today. Boy was that a shocker. It was rather strange though. The test was tough and I knew I hadn't done that well in it. So why was I so disappointed with 56%? It only just gets me a Grade C exactly.
It wasn't as though I was expecting anything higher. Indeed, the entire class broke down in laughter when the new teacher told us at the start of the year that he only got a Grade C in his Additional Maths course. But after completing this solid little piece of shit last Wednesday, I was bloody glad to still get a pass.
That, I'm afraid to reveal, is more than can be said for my good friend Jingo. Seemingly the Maths boffin of the past few years, he managed to get the highest grade in the school in the 3rd year exams. In the Maths GCSE in fourth year he was right up their again (second in the school I think).
But this news seemed to bring him back down to earth with a rather painful BANG! As I was walking home with him out of pity (normally I get the bus with more interesting mates), he hardly said a word. We solemnly strode into Home Bargains (the best discount store in the UK) to purchase drinks and snacks (Blue Coat Redemption still pounding along) and he barely uttered a 'thanks' to the cashier. Mind you he was a rude litter brat, throwing out purchases into bags with some vigor. And then there was the bloke on the till. What a retard.
Just as we were leaving, the silence broke and out came a flurry of "I am gonna revise maths 3 hours a day", "screw everything else" and "watch me get an A in this test" and other such bold claims. Perhaps it was the caffeine in his Coca Cola that spurred this particular outburst. Or maybe he is rather slow and needs time to think about what he is going to say next.
It wasn't as though I was expecting anything higher. Indeed, the entire class broke down in laughter when the new teacher told us at the start of the year that he only got a Grade C in his Additional Maths course. But after completing this solid little piece of shit last Wednesday, I was bloody glad to still get a pass.
That, I'm afraid to reveal, is more than can be said for my good friend Jingo. Seemingly the Maths boffin of the past few years, he managed to get the highest grade in the school in the 3rd year exams. In the Maths GCSE in fourth year he was right up their again (second in the school I think).
But this news seemed to bring him back down to earth with a rather painful BANG! As I was walking home with him out of pity (normally I get the bus with more interesting mates), he hardly said a word. We solemnly strode into Home Bargains (the best discount store in the UK) to purchase drinks and snacks (Blue Coat Redemption still pounding along) and he barely uttered a 'thanks' to the cashier. Mind you he was a rude litter brat, throwing out purchases into bags with some vigor. And then there was the bloke on the till. What a retard.
Just as we were leaving, the silence broke and out came a flurry of "I am gonna revise maths 3 hours a day", "screw everything else" and "watch me get an A in this test" and other such bold claims. Perhaps it was the caffeine in his Coca Cola that spurred this particular outburst. Or maybe he is rather slow and needs time to think about what he is going to say next.
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