Exams Preparation Deficiency Syndrome
IdeasEvolved.com thanks Deeda Ali for this contribution.
Now that I have successfully gotten done with the ordeal of O Level Exams, I can look back and say, yes, it was a piece of cake,
especially when I compare it to the complications of A Levels. I am sure, though, that if I tell my younger cousins that, they’d get as annoyed as I got when my older cousins told me that. I remember the prep days, what idiosyncrasies I developed! Crazy things, which I had otherwise never cared for, attracted me because the mind and heart were always willing to be diverted.
The first oddity happened when I had to clean up my room after my ‘send-ups’. By some turn of fate, I found my mum’s and mine, entire make-up, lying in forgotten corners. So I developed the weird habit of putting on make-up, and spending hours in front of the mirror, for my attention span became that of a starfish every time I opened the geography book, or attempted to ‘learn’ history. Needless to say, I found out which exact shade or tint of blush looked best with my foundation, learnt three different ways to put on eyeliner, and mastered the art of pouting.
Too soon, or so it seemed, the ‘mocks’ were upon us. I still have no idea why they’re called that but the word has an everlasting feeling of dread attached to it (or at least until you’ve given them and discovered that they are not THAT difficult as those around us would want us to believe). This time, having exhausted the make-up supplies, I moved on, to discover the power of nail art. Indeed, I took half of my exams after giving myself French-manicures, some in red and (in Math, I think) wearing black nail paint. The amazing bit is that I hardly wore nail polish normally, but during the mocks, it almost became a ritual to waste time changing the colour of nail paint on my fingers.
The ‘Final’ final exams approached and I developed a new fetish, one I’m sure most of us have experienced at one time or another – eating. During that one, unending, sweltering May I ate more than I can care to remember. Not because rigorously studying for hours on end left me famished, but because eating meant passing time, which would otherwise have been spent being buried up to my nose in Chemistry notes and Physics past papers. My dream of achieving the perfect size zero during exams vanished weeks before they even started! I totally intended to achieve the pale, hollow and permanently exhausted look, to dupe my folks, relatives and friends. Instead I received complements as to how ‘bubbly’ I’d started looking all of a sudden.
Thus I conclude, from experience, that it is perfectly normal if you happen to suffer syndromes of doing stuff you’ve never done before, especially, or only, during exams.