Exam results...again

So for the third time in my uni career, exam results have come out.

Overall, I was pretty stoked. But behind each mark is a story, a story worth telling.

Marketing was a 74. This was pretty much the only slight disappointment in the whole package, due mostly to the fact that I got two HD's and a D during the semester. Well, one of the HD's was completely unexpected, but still. Should've done better I reckon.

Stats was a 65. I'm pretty damn happy about this, owing to the fact that my only wish was to pass this godforsaken unit. The only redeeming feature of this unit was the fact that the exam was, and probably always will be, dead easy.

French was an 80. I have no idea why. I completely expected to screw up my 1500 word culture assignment, which was worth 25%, owing to the fact that I did it in about two nights, one of which was used to watch the movie I was supposed to analyse, and the fact that I didn't use any sources, but apparently I got 70-something for that. I also completely screwed up the exam, but I guess my...um..."consistent application" throughout the semester helped.

International Studies was huge. What an effort (or lack thereof). I seem to have a magical affinity with this subject. As in, I always manage to pull off awesome waffle. I probably got 0 marks for participation, because Arts students like talking a lot and my group presentation involved a warped form of musical chairs. But then, I did get HD for the "midsem" test and first essay. But what was depressing was that my midsem test came back with one comment: "I suggest you seek help with your essay writing skills, or you may fail your final essay." I mean, not even a little praise, or a little "you did well in this aspect," and no consideration for that fact that I was under severe time constraints with too much to write. The more avid followers of my blog may remember me "harping on" about this a while back. I, being the proud, nay, arrogant (a person without justification for their pride), and deluded person that I am, did not seek help.

Anyway, I ended up writing up the final essay in one night (in fact, the night straight after the stats exam). I'd like to think that the "you should seek help" remark galvanised me, but I think it was actually the fear of failure which kept my up til 2 and woke me up at 5. That, plus adrenaline from the stats exam. I actually thought that my tutor would be vindicated in telling me to seek out help.

I guess they must have loved my waffle of an essay, worth 40%, because somehow I pulled of an overall 81. That's an all-time high by the way.

Hope to improve on this next semester, and hope y'all did even better in your exams. I'm sure your stories are even more interesting than mine, which is not necessarily a good thing.

Word of the day: Surprised