English was okay, I think. I actually finished the exam in time! That's a first. I'm not sure how well I did on the questions, I'm very sure I failed on the descriptive, and I need to talk to Miss Myhre about my story. She might think I was taking the piss by writing that story — it's a bit odd, see. I need to tell her that it's how I intended it to be.
The last paragraph of the story went:
And so Alex rescued the girl, solved his problem, and M was left to wallow in his own misery. A good ending, don't you think?
That's why I need to see Miss Myhre. Haha, she might think that the whole thing was a joke, where in fact, I tried to make it a bit weird, and slightly funny. I'm not very good at funny though. Woops.
Welsh Literature went swimmingly. I did the right thing by learning Englynion Coffa; the question went, "Choose your favourite poem under the theme of war." The other questions then were to write about the language techniques and stuff. Which is good, because Englynion Coffa is full of them. Not only that, but I understand Englynion Coffa better than the other poems. So it all worked out pretty well in the end.
But then came Section B. The novel. That was an epic failure; I'm not very good at the novel questions in the first place, and it didn't help with people doing fucking aerobics next door. "One! Two! Three! Four!" said the teacher woman, whilst clapping her hands and playing loud music. How fucking annoying is that? Surely we can't be expected to do an exam when there are girls screaming in the room next door, and then the teacher's playing music really loudly and clapping and shouting. As soon as I paid attention to it, I lost all concentration. So... section B was an epic fail. Frig.
But never mind, eh? The exam doesn't count for anything, so it's all good.
Ah well, I've got maths to revise this weekend. I hope I do well in maths.... I quite like maths. Hate the teacher though.
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