Good luck to everyone starting their GCSEs and A-Levels today, and for everyone else around the world taking exams. Do the best you can, but remember that your performance in these exams does not define you or your value in any way at all.
BEFORE THE EXAM:
~ Try to get 8 hours of sleep on the night of your exams; there’s nothing more stressful than lack of sleep!
~ Eat breakfast (best to avoid carbs)
~ Do NOT drink coffee or Red Bull/ energy drinks before the exam. They can cause dehydration which makes your brain work less effectively!
~ Bring a calculator, ruler, rubber, 2-5 black pens (or whatever else you’ll need)
~ Get to the exam hall early. Rushing will increase your stress levels.
~ Check your seat number before the exam begins. Being flustered will also increase stress.
~ Switch off your phone/ devices. You don’t want to be disqualified because they go off in the exam.
~ ‘Get your head in the game’ Exams are important, you should take them seriously, don’t act like a brat while going into the exam hall. (His words not mine)
~ Stress isn’t a bad thing, you perform better when you’re slightly under stress, however don’t panic. Be positive!
going to have a productive day ☁️📝 ❣ tomorrow I am having a math exam and on tuesday a chemistry exam. i couldnt really start because I had a family celebration yesterday and didnt get to study 🙈😫💕 it’s okay though. let’s ace it. POSITIVE MIND IS ON and I am telling myself again and again: “Make the best out of each situation.”
Literally the worst fucking thing ever is telling your parents that you are fucking stressed over an exam and then they fucking tell you that you should have just studied harder aND MAKING YOU FEEL FUCKING WORSE ABOUT YOURSELF
THAT IS NOT WHAT I CAME TO YOU TO GET. I CAME TO GET REASSURANCE AND A HUG. NOT TO BE FUCKING TOLD THAT I’M JUST MAKING A “TOO BIG DEAL OUT OF THIS” AND THAT I SHOULD HAVE JUST FUCKING STUDIED HARDER.
I FUCKING CRIED IN FRONT OF MY MOTHER AND SHE DID NOT EVEN RAISE A HAND TO COMFORT ME. SHE ONLY TOLD ME THAT I DID NOT STUDY WELL ENOUGH.
OK FUCK YOU TOO YOU SEE WHY I’M IN MY ROOM ALL DAY? IT’S BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A PIECE OF SHIT
TOP TIP: Waiting for your exam results? Worried you might not have the grades you wanted? Console yourself with the knowledge that no matter how bad things may look, you’re not a grown adult writing a letter to a newspaper calling children pathetic for feeling stress.
i’m finally back after the ungodly amount of oc. my last paper is tomorrow and evidently, that’s math. lord help me i’m so terrified because it’s my weakest subject. on the bright side, exams are finally over and i can finally go back to my hometown indefinitely and spend some down time with my extended family. how does your week look?
My notes littered my desk, floor and the majority of the bed and walls, meaning my entire room had become a textbook. I was studying for my exams and it wasn’t like they were just some non important exams you can have, no these were the deciding factor to my future so there wasn’t a lot of pressure for me to do well; note my sarcasm.
As I was intensely reading over the notes I had just made I reached for my cup of coffee to see it was empty and got up and walked out of my room and down the stairs at a slow zombie like pace. I managed to reach the kitchen uninterrupted and repeating my notes to myself as I boiled the kettle and took an energy drink out of the fridge.
A cough interrupted me as I poured the hot water into my mug.
I turned around keeping hold of my energy drink and my mum was stood there smiling to me. “Someone’s here to see you.” She beamed and I turned around continuing to make my coffee and picked it up walking out of the kitchen.
“Just tell them the usual.” I muttered to my mum who had a concerned expression on her face as she looked to the two drinks I had in my hands.
She pulled a face at me but I shrugged it off, heading back upstairs.
“Erm Y/n, they’re upstairs waiting for you.” I groaned as I continued to trudge up the stairs desperately trying not to spill the black or blue liquid on the cream carpet, God knows what possessed my family to chose cream.
As I reached my door I kicked it open and walked straight to my desk resuming my usual position. I heard a creak from my bed and I turn around to see him hovering by my bed frame, admiring my once decorative walls replaced by sheets upon sheets of nonsense that I have to drill into my mind.
He makes eye contact with me, except it’s not his usual happy look that is held in his blue eyes, this time it’s more despair, as if his blue iris’ are drowning. He scratched the back of his head which I knew meant he was uncomfortable, a trait I picked up before we were together.
“You walked past like I was a ghost.” He spoke up breaking the silence.
I sigh and stand up, moving my drinks away from me and walking towards him.
As I reached him I gave him a lose hug before turning away to go back to studying but I was stopped. I looked down to see he held my wrist, preventing me from moving. “Luke, let go.” I said sternly but he didn’t let go, he had a similar expression to the one my mum wore of late, a mixture of concern and so much love.
“Y/n, do you even sleep? I mean look at all of this, this is too much.” He motioned to my new wallpaper that I wanted to tear down, rip it all to shreds. “How much caffeine do you drink in a day? In an hour even?” He pointed to my fresh mug and new bottle, I glanced down to my overflowing bin of empty bottles, ashamed of myself and not wanting him to see it. His eyes wondered down and he let out a sigh. “I know I didn’t go through this so I don’t know how it feels but-"
I let out a harsh scoff, "Exactly! You don’t know how hard and stressful this all is for me. How much strain I am putting on myself to learn all of this! It’s not like I wanted to take down my photos and replace them with different subjects I had no choice.” I started to crack, but took a deep breath as Luke placed his hands on my shoulders. “I am, I am just so so tired.” I caved in and felt the tears building in my eyes and slowly falling.
"Then please,“ He brought his hand to my chin and lifted my head gently. "sleep.” He whispered to me but I glanced back to all of the work I could do in an hour that otherwise could be wasted on sleep.
"But I still have things to do and I if I don’t get it done I’ll fall behind my schedule.“ I rambled on but Luke cut me off with a soft kiss.
He brushed the lose hairs that shaped my face behind my ear, resting his palm against my cheek.
"I don’t care if you fall behind schedule, you need to rest. Once you rest you can focus more, stimulating yourself like that makes you burn out at a faster rate.” He spoke up as he moved my papers off of my bed so it was clear, he opened the duvet for me and closed my door and blinds.
I adjusted my pillows and pulled the duvet up to cover myself, suddenly feeling my eyelids becoming heavy.
The weight of the duvet was adjusted as Luke slid in next to me, I repositioned myself so I could be resting against his chest. Finding it relaxing to listen to his heart beat at a steady pace, I rested my hand on his and felt myself drift off.
“I love you y/n, forever and always.” Were the last words I heard before he kissed my forehead and I allowed myself to relax for a short while.