If there is one thing in the next two months I’m scared of, it’s exams.
This year I have four in the summer. Last Summer I had none. And the year before that I had six.
The point I’m trying to make is the two year gap in between is concerning me. Can taking a year out of education really have such an impact? I don’t know, but at the same time I don’t really want to find out.
There is also the HUGE difference between Sixth Form courses and a university degree. With Sixth Form, it was quite a leisurely stroll through the park. With university it’s like a leisurely stroll through a park that’s on constant fire. It feels like you can never quite catch up with what you’re meant to be doing, and you always feel at least a tad dumb when every new sub-topic is introduced.
I’d like to say this year I haven’t slacked, and for the majority of it that is true – I’m always up to date on the reading, and I always read through the notes and powerpoints – but there have been weeks where I have just given up and I think now it’s come back to haunt me.
My worst habit has to be leaving coursework until last minute and now that exams are right around the corner I have six massive things to conquer in the next seven/eight weeks.
I am trying to stay positive, but there is this constant fear festering that I am not smart enough to make it into my second year. And I guess it doesn’t help when you’re at a university where everybody seems ridiculously clever. Typical Warwick students…
Ranting aside, I am once again trying to implement positive changes, reverting back to the old habits that helped me achieve the grades I fought for at A-Level in Psychology, Law and English Literature & Language. Planners are key. So are stickers, highlighters, quantities of pens and pencils, and a few witty notepads.
I’m not leaving revision until last minute. I’ve spent the last two days revising one piece of work and I still do not understand it. Therefore hiding away from revision is not an option.