Oh Happy Day!

It's 3 days since that bloody exam and I've never felt better. Yes, it's all done. DA204 has left the building (so to speak). I admit that in writing my last post I was a tad cool and relaxed about Friday's moment of doom but come the morning.....oh dear. I was shaking like St Vitus Dance as I made my way in. I also did something I promised I wouldn't do: read my notes before I walked in. At least I did have the good grace to try and look relaxed as if I was just brushing up on a few names and concepts etc. rather than tearing my hair out trying to memorise Chomsky's propaganda model.

So in I walked, dumped my bag in the allocated zone, toddled my way towards the back-straining desk with my exam survival kit, took a a deep breath, prayed for mercy and off I went. I tried questions 1, 2 and 5. The former two had plenty to sink my teeth into but the last question I really f**ked up on. I made the "classic" mistake of misreading the question and when I realised this, I had only half an hour to turn it around. By the way, my time-planning of each question was impeccable, I have to say. I was even able to squeeze in a trip to the loo which gave me a chance to catch my breath and calm down. At least I did attempt & complete all three questions even if I wasn't certain if my conclusions (or my handwriting) made any sense. My hands and neck were aching all the way as I wrote furiously. When the invigilator called time I was left rather numb and this feeling carried me all the way home. I really don't know if I'd done enough. I had no sense within like last year that I'd made a good stab. As soon as I pulled into Harrow, I went to the pub. Just for a half, mind. I was planning on going back over my notes and seeing where I'd gone wrong or gone right but after a few pages I though 'oh for goodness sake! you did your best, it's ALL OVER NOW! Enjoy it!' With that thought, I downed my drink and went home.

From there I've been feeling rather positive. It's a shame my lovely wife is away on a school trip with her kids as it would have been nice to share the moment but other than that I've enjoyed getting this huge weight off my back. The nice 'me' can come back after weeks of the grumpy, panicky one taking his place. All this free time now! What do I do?

Roll on December!