My exam week is almost over. One more on Monday (German Literature) and then I'm done.
Exam week was nothing like I had imagined it.
Stressful? A little.
Scary? Only on day 1.
Frustrating? Totally.
After this week my brain feels like it's been stir fried or made into a pudding. You know I love reading, but over the last couple of days the only thing I seemed capable of was playing Lego Batman on my battered, old vintage Nintendo DS.
I know I actually should be revising for my German Literature exam, but my pudding-brain says NO every time I look at the book. So instead I'm going all out on everything that went wrong in my exam week - so far.

History
I already posted about my first exam, about the correctHuguenots. I thought things couldn't get more stupid than this. Later on, I found out it could. Keep reading, my friend, and you'll discover that Dutch exams can be so... moronic (hint: it's mostly English exams that are stupid).

Math
If you've read this blog for a while, you know that I suck at Math. And even though E. had tutored me, I felt very incapable. At first I just sat there thinking about everything except Math.
When I finally started working, I discovered that I knew how to answer the first question, a small miracle.
But then I became hungry. We're allowed to have some food with us, so I had this brownie on my table yelling: 'Eat me, eat me! I know you want to!'
And my belly was like: 'You know he's right. Eat him.'
So the brownie, which was in a wrapper, had to be unwrapped, otherwise it would be distracting me during the rest of the exam (which was a full three hours). But as soon as I touched the wrapper it started crackling and making noises as if it were being killed. I swear to God, every sound seems loud in a quiet gymnasium, and this sounded as if World War Three had begun by bombing my school...
So I gave up on the brownie. And on the Math (until the last five minutes ofcourse, when I suddenly knew all the answers).

English
Now this was an exam I was actually looking forward to. It was a literature exam, for which we had to read George Orwell's 1984 (on which I'm going to do a post later on, because I wasn't allowed to have an opinion on it at school, so I'll do that here) and some short stories.
Our teacher had told us that themes and symbols would be an important part of the exam, so my friends and I spent two hours analyzing the stories. I even enjoyed it.
I was well prepared and when I sat down at my table, I thought: I'm gonna ace this test.
And then the test came.
Question 1: Goldstein is the ............. of Big Brother
Question 2: Mrs. Parsons is Winston's ..............
On the dots we had to fill in 'enemy' and 'neighbor'. This made me so frustrated. The whole exam was on a level of such utter stupidity that even in 8th grade I would've passed it.
But then there was the second part (the first part was all about 1984) which had questions such as: 'Jeb's mom did something. What did she do and why did this shock the MC?' When I looked up what Jeb's mom did (I only knew what she symbolized, not what she did), I found out that she actually did three different things, and all of these shocked the main character.
Oh, and last but not least, my favorite question on the exam:
Leo asks Toni if she's got the pink slip with her. Is the pink slip:

• A) A piece of underwear
• B) A parking ticket
• C) The title-deed of the car

Bridge! Why u no stay closed?!

I panicked. Because at first, I thought we were going to make it, since they have traffic lights flashing and we could have slipped past them if we'd been a little quicker. But by the time we were on the bridge, the bars had come down and we were stuck on the wrong side of the river. I started dropping F-bombs.
We made it in time though, mostly because of the adrenaline rush. The same adrenaline rush that caused hyperactivity on my part during the exam. I just couldn't sit still. Which meant bad luck for the people around me, because this time I was assigned the dreaded Squeaky Chair. If my brownie during Math sounded like the beginning of WW III, then this was the gunfire that followed.

Dutch
Dutch felt like a little break. We had to make a summary of a text, which is something you can get better at by practicing it, but revising doesn't help. Preparing is useless.
I went in, sat down, fell almost asleep even before the exam was handed out, then took a look at the exam and almost had a giggling fit. Why? I'll explain.
The day before, as I told you, M. and I watched an episode of Top Gear on which they built their own electrical car. They called it Geoff.

Meet Geoff, the ugliest 'car' ever

M. and I laughed so hard and so long. We couldn't stop anymore. This was definitely one of my favorite Top Gear episodes. And even though Geoff was ugly, we loved him. He's basically the reason why we stood for an open bridge, because we just had to see the end of the episode.