It is a scary thought that I’ll be soon larging it up in the Somerset fields of Glastonbury in 4 weeks time. It’s incredible how time has flew by and it only seems like yesterday that we were in January. I’ll be glad when these next weeks fly by as the start of Summer will begin, ignore the task of navigating myself through these bastard exams.
The night after the epic Champions League victory for United, I suffered a bit of a hangover and tiredness for my crucial business studies exam.
It was good to see that the College had finally given that psychotic women exam invigilator a microphone so that, her dulcet tones don’t rape my ear drums of threats such as “NOT ONLY WILL YOU BE DISQUALIFIED FROM THIS EXAM, BUT FROM EVERY EXAM YOUR TAKING” gets a little bit tiresome after hearing it for what feels like the 50th time.
The first business exam went alright I think, but as with previous business exams, there are always difficult to predict how well you’ve done, but I wait and hope that I’ve done alright.
The second business paper didn’t turn out so well, but there we go, I’ll be back in January re-taking.
It did cheer me up no end… when I realised I had promised my wanker College friends a drink after the exam had finished. I mean fair enough… I thought, what could go wrong, they wanted to go to the pub after all?
Except for they decide that going to Pizza Hut is more fun, than a trip down the pub…
I need to make some real friends, rather these fake wannabe pricks I’m currently hanging around with at the moment.
Trouble is I’m going to the Glastonbury festival with one of them...
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