Lack Of Appropriate Exam-Angst

I could be behaving as is appropriate during an exam right now. I could be counting light bulbs, window panes, or empty seats. Bricks painted green, boys wearing hats, tops with hoods. I could be resting my eyes and catching up on a little sleep. Better yet I could write an impassioned piece on just how awful and pointless exams are, and exactly how hypocritical the institutions that utilise them are.

I could be, but I'm not. I'm sitting in my last exam of the dreaded period, blogging surreptitiously on the back of the exam paper in furtive push-pencil.

The most ridiculous thing I ever did in an exam? I once encoded the same bit of a russian A-level paper into hexadecimal. Then octal. And then binary. I was half-way through working out how to do the same for a number system based on the number 3 when I was told I could leave if I really felt I was finished.

There was the physics exam which I left sporting an intricate floral ink design sprawling from the very tip of each finger to mid-forearm. There was the statistics exam in which I was wearing one of those netting tops, and I coloured in all the squares on the upper half of my left arm.

Like I said, I'm not good at exams, I have problems actually doing them.

Well, hey, at least I actually made it to this one. At least I'm not sitting here writing slash.