Tomorrow is the day when exams REALLY begin.
Alright, so I've already had two. But really, they are small fry compared to the joy (!) that starts tomorrow.
It's History - source paper on Edward VI and Mary I - my favourite - and then Latin - unseen translations of Caesar and Ovid's Metamorphoses. Woop.
And what makes it all the more fun is that they are actually scheduled to be at the same time, which means I am in a clash group and I'm not allowed to speak to anyone not also in that clash group. Great.
But despite all this seemingly horrific jazz, I still feel lucky, and even a bit guilty for not having MORE exams tomorrow. Which isn't possible really, but anyway. Because everyone who does Maths, or Biology, or History, or even General studies, has exams tomorrow as well (at least, as I understand it). So that's just HORRIBLE. And lots of people are getting very stressed and it seems to be getting to people a bit.
In addition, I have arrived at the ridiculous quandary of worrying that I'm not worrying enough.
This time tomorrow, 4 of my 11 exams will be over. Come this time Monday, only 3 will remain. All of which require SERIOUS revision.
Next Tuesday is already looking like it's going to be *rather* stressful.
