Exams and stuff

So, after the heaviness of the last post, I’m moving on to…EXAMS! My first exam was Music I believe, then French in the afternoon, Biology and RE the next day, I’m not going to recall ALL my GCSE exams. But firstly, I was rather pleased that I could actually do the exams, because there was always that chance that my operation could clash with them.

Anyway, I think that it took some of the stress away from the operation worry because I was so engrossed in the revision and stuff. I got through them all OK, and it was all over within a month. Now, usually people nowadays probably go out and celebrate the end of exams…What did I do? I got home after my final exam – History: Transformation of Surgery- actually, before I talk about end of exams, I need to say a bit about this course.

I knew back in Year 9 that the GCSE syllabus included 2 units on the development of Medicine and Surgery, but to be honest I can’t remember it making that much of an impact on me. By the end of year 10 however, once the prospect of surgery was at the forefront of my mind, studying medicine and surgery for a year DID NOT appeal. I did discuss this with my teacher, who was very supportive (which was good seeing as he was also my form tutor) – it was an interesting course, and if we were watching a video or something that I felt I couldn’t watch, then I was welcome to just leave. That was certainly encouraging, as in the past I’d got very hot and stressed during lessons covering: the black death, radiation (children’s TV programmes about nuclear meltdown are not great for your health), and something else that I can’t remember (probably dissection). SO, we started Year 11 and actually I was COMPLETELY fine, most of what we were learning was completely alien to the current health service anyway!

BACK TO EXAMS! So I finished my exam, went home, and…went to bed. Yes, I had some lunch and went to bed. Why? Well, that evening I was doing the Martlets Midnight Walk, which is a 13 mile walk at midnight, only for women.The Martlets is a local hospice, which is where a friend’s mum spent her last few months. It was my first year walking, and I thought I wouldn’t do it, but I did, and it took me around 4 and a half hours. I really wish I’d written down how long it actually took me!!! And then on the Saturday I spent the morning in bed. If you want to know more about the Midnight Walk, click here: http://www.themartlets.org.uk/midnight-walk/index.html.

This post took a bit of a different path than I thought, but please feel free to comment, the op related stuff will be coming very soon!


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