It’s not over ‘til it’s over
Friday, 24 June, 2005
So I had those two exams today. I hadn't slept well—I kept dreaming of James (the book) all night and I felt hot and couldn't sleep for ages. Which is so stupid because, in the morning, I was over worrying about it and, quite frankly, over studying.
When we arrived at college, everyone was in the morning tea area looking solemn. Most of them were studying. Some were drinking tea or coffee. A number of people commented to me how little they knew but who cares?
The Mission Foundations exam wasn't too bad though. There were at least four or five questions that I could have written answers for. I wrote about the contribution the Pentateuch makes to a biblical theology of mission; the differences between Roman Catholic and Evangelical missiology; and the place that concern for the plight of the poor has in missionary thinking and practice. I was a bit paranoid about my handwriting—I have been ever since Year 12, when some paranoid teacher picked me up about my formation of the letter “f” and warned me that HSC markers will mark me down for being illegible. (“Gee thanks,” I thought. “I've had thirteen years of schooling—six alone at this school—and it's only now that you've decided to point this out to me??”) But I had a black Staedtler 3mm on my side so perhaps that redeemed my scrawl somewhat. My hand was certainly sore afterwards.
Ben nicked off at that point to go help set up for the FEVA Black Tie dinner (apparently he had answered only one of the questions he'd actually studied for and none of those were the topics I'd helped him with). Morning tea was waiting for us downstairs. A group of us girls decided to go over to the Darlington Centre to study for James (singing Scripture in Song songs on the way which embarrassed Teresa terribly). We read James aloud to each other and discussed some of the themes. We even played the alphabet game for a little bit (must blog about that later).
We returned for lunch (during which there was a very intense discussion about how to slice up a banana). People tried to study afterwards. I rejected studying in favour of knitting (I'm now knitting this but in black and with 100% wool) but I did revise the structure of James in my head.
In the exam room, we were lumped in with the Hebrew 1B students and we weren't given any Bibles. I was a bit worried about the time (it was a one-hour exam and we had to write one essay and three notes) but I managed to finish within the hour, feeling like I had repeated myself a bit too many times and hoping I didn't sound like too much of an idiot.
There was a feeling of great buoyancy and jubilation afterwards. We went to Fi's house for afternoon tea (and much girly chatter). Ben and I did the grocery shopping and drove home. Now all that's left is the Old Testament essay ...
Blinks:
A way of funding writing in the future: pitch and idea and get people to support it.
Place where you can hire play equipment for parties, etc.
How to recalibrate the home button on your iPhone.
Unsolicited manuscripts accepted by Pan Macmillan with certain conditions.
Thought Balloon is a group blog in which the writers tackle a new theme every week? month? with one-page scripts. This URL is for their Phonogram ones.
How to sew a zipper on a knitted garment.
Issues organised by tale.
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I always got lectured by school teachers about how my writing was illegible and if HSC markers couldn’t read it I’d fail.
Compared to the illegible scrawl I’ve seen from teachers and academics over the years, my writing is quite legible, imho!
hey! I wasn’t embarrassed all the time!!! I was making the song requests!
It just got tough outside the exam hall when all I could manage to remember was not James but “You’ll not - NO WAY! - be drowned… You’ll not - NO WAY! - be burned… for I am with you-oohoohOOOHoohooh! Fe-ear not! (clap clap clap!)”