Exam Conditions Part 3

We have just finished the final set of mocks before our actual exams. So, what other way to celebrate than to moan about them (’cause you know, that’s what I do on this blog!)? These mocks were only ‘the most important subjects’ which are apparently maths and English. If you you want to hear me moan about the first two sets of mocks, the year 10 mocks are here and the year 11 ones are here.

For a question in my non-calculator paper I had to complete the square. I say that, I really had no idea what it was asking me to do. Anyway, once I got home I researched quadratic equations and how to solve them by completing the square. Here is what I was faced with:- Step 1: Divide all terms by the coefficient of x^2. Step 2: Move the number term to the right side of…

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Hi! My name is… (what?) My name is… (who?) My name is… (Adele Archer)

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Do I win the prize for ‘the longest blog title of all time’? Yes? Great! Please send the cash-prize (along with the cash-prizes for the other blogging awards I’ve won which strangely, I don’t seem to have received yet) to me, Adele Archer. Well actually, that’s what I want to talk about in this post. ‘Adele Archer’ is my pen name (not my given name) and I have the need to explore this topic; what’s in a name? And do you know what I think? Perhaps more than meets the eye. For those of you above a certain age, you may or may not know the title of this post comes from the chorus of US rapper Eminem’s song, ‘My Name Is’ which I’d hoped looked into how important our names or pseudonyms are (being Eminem also goes by the name of Marshal Mathers III or Slim Shady). But it…

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I won’t lie to you, it’s another blog-award…

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You are never going to believe this. I’ve been nominated for another blogging award. ‘The Book Fangirling Blogging Award’ no less. And you guessed it – no cash prize. I know what you’re thinking, ‘oh please, for the love of God, not another blog award post’. But what can I do? My hands are tied. I must adhere to the blogging-award-bible. 1. Read award post. 2. Thank nominator. 3. Answer their book-related blog questions. 4. Invite fivefour three other cool bloggers (I chose five last time and only two took up the gauntlet which is quite understandable really) to answer five book-related questions of your own. 5. Ask those bloggers to invent five book-related questions of theirown for more haplessvictims lucky nominees. 5a. Hope to God people are prepared to read blog. 5b. Cry about the lack of prize money you have received this year. 5c. Wait…

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A League of One’s Own

Takes a while to get to the good stuff – last bit ftw

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I’m a married woman with two kids so this no longer applies to me, but when I was younger and a fully-fledged member of the dating-game; I had a very firm belief. In the matter of romantic liaisons, I strictly adhered to ‘leagues’. Now, if you’re wondering exactly what I mean by ‘leagues’, here’s a brief summary of the ideology. One should ideally court/date/set one’s cap at somebody who falls within their league of attractiveness…

Now hear me out before you grab your lit torches and pitchforks. Beauty should be in the eye of the beholder, but our society seems to have dictated what beauty is without consulting the rest of us. Tall, skinny, symmetrical face; that’s the gold standard (don’t shoot the messenger). So that being said, I’m no great shakes in the looks department. If I’m being entirely honest, my nose its a little too big…

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Exam Conditions

I have just finished my first week of mocks. Hooray! But I have another lot next week *goes and cries in the corner*. I need to get a few things off my chest, and where better to do that than on the Internet!

Okay first, why do they make the exam hall so frickin’ cold? They want you to write a three page English essay in an hour, but you can’t concentrate because you are shivering like mad…or as my friend said, ‘shaking like a brick’. How can they expect me to find a quadratic equation if my eye balls are turning into ice cubes? It is so cold in there that I resorted to wearing a long sleeve t-shirt under my polo shirt.

Secondly, they said you can have a clear drink bottle. I had a see-through purple bottle and I got told off for it. I mean, did…

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Not a Real Girl

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I think there’s a problem. I think I’ve been wired incorrectly. I’ve come back from an afternoon of clothes shopping and my other-half is laden with bags (like the scene from Pretty Woman when Julia Roberts proudly struts around bearing full bags and boxes of items from designer stores which had previously shunned her [but he’s not a prostitute]) whilst I am empty handed. And this is the norm for us. Because I do loath clothes shopping and I always have; sifting through rails and rails of nondescript garments, too apathetic to attempt to try any of the overpriced threads on – it’s intolerable. I’ve had girl-friends suggest a ‘fun’ day of shopping only for me to conjure up excuses for why I can’t make it; an outbreak of boils, crippling agoraphobia. The actual truth is too shameful. I’m supposed to love this crap! And I’m not that fussed about…

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