There's no weekend, there's no weekday, there's only one day--revise-your-ass-off day.
Here's what's going to happen in about half a year. Scratch that, in
Who am I kidding?!
Just look at the ridiculous amount of books and handouts I have to go through.
I could sit on that pile. But wait, there's more.
I could actually tile the floor with them. And there's even more.
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Obviously I can't read them all, but yes, most of them. What feels even more overwhelming is that when school starts next week (well, technically it won't start until September but...ah read the first paragraph of this post.) there will be even more
This is where I'll start my rant, but to keep this post peaceful(?), I decided to link you to my ranty post instead of ranting here.
So yeah, there is quite a lot of studying involved. And with studying comes my weird study habits. (smooth transition, melody.)
Revising is excruciating. It lacks the excitement of learning something new, but there's a lot more to take in and memorise; you seem to know what it's all about, but when it comes down to the details and exam tactics, you're reduced to an uneducated umbrella; not to mention the limited space in your brain--look, that memory card's sitting there laughing at you again. Grr, somebody invent that uploadable-to-brain-knowledge thingy please.
When faced with these atrocities, you've got to develop some coping skills
First of all, weird postures. The teachers, my dad and mom, every adult and their mother
Cross-legged is my usual way, but I can't stay in the same posture for a long time. You can find me sitting at the edge of the chair with my legs stretched all the way to the front. Or putting my feet on that bar between the two front legs of the chair which was often placed inhumanely high, which means my calves are tightly squeezed under my thighs. On rare occasions you can even find me squatting. Yes, on the chair.
Onto the next. My pencil bag (that contains mostly pens.) I don't really need a rainbow of pens for my notes; my basics are a mechanical pencil,
Well. I can't stand the sight of them. Obviously they're fabulous for my studying, but seeing them scattered on the desk
What I do is spread them all over the desk while studying, and gather them, re-cap all of them and arrange them neatly in my pencil bag after I finish a subject.
And then take out my books for the next subject.
And take my pens out again, and uncap all of them, and start studying again.
I know, weird. It feels a bit like ritual, a pretty meaningless one, really.
Another study preference, or should I say, source of accomplishment--the amount of waste paper I produce. See, when I study, I like to have a piece of paper aside so that I can scribble whatever I think important on it and take notes on whatever pops up. If it's maths or chemistry or physics, then those stacks of paper are necessary because if I don't have them I'll have to do all the calculations on my book, which always turn into a unreadable mess. So, the more calculations I made the more waste paper I produce, and rather than a just crossing off another thing on my to-do list (which I'm sure will lose its appeal very soon), there's actually some evidence that I can hold onto and prove that YUS LOOK HOW MUCH I'VE DONE. Even though the paper still goes into the bin at the end of the day. But still.
And here I present to you--a school-driven-insane Melody.
How are you people doing? Have you ever been through one of these big exams? How did you deal with it? How's the education system in your country? I'd really like to know!
Also, a heads up: I might not be on this blog for a while until January, though one or two posts might pop up as the result of my sneaking out for some break. I'll try to reply to all comments, regardless! I love comments, so don't hesitate to leave one!