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| Couldn't put in a photo of J, so here is an irrelevant one instead. |
Carenza is not the only person rendered dozy by
exams – my friend J kindly shared her moment of exam shame, told here in her
own words:
The teacher who groomed us (I choose my words
carefully) for O level maths was clearly ahead of his time. He whizzed us
through the syllabus at break neck speed so that we had the remaining six
months of the year before the exam to practise past papers.
We did these every
maths lesson, every day, every week. The result? A class of students who could
calculate the volume of a cone and perform calculus in all manner of positions,
but were beyond wondering or caring why any of these clever tricks might be useful
in later life – or even in later exams.
Back in those days exams were still
scheduled for the hottest time of year and as we filed into the exam hall, I
took a window seat. All was going swimmingly as I worked my way through the
familiar questions. The sun warmed my bones it soothed away any remaining exam
tension and I relaxed. I rested my head on my arm – just for a moment.
I
awoke with a start as the invigilator told us to close our exam booklets: it
was the end of the exam.
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