Okay guys stop finger painting and sit with your legs crossed in front of the teacher I will give you the 911 on this.
It was a rather damp morning this morning. Cold. I didn't want to sit this exam, but I had to. Anyway... to cut a long story short I got dressed and took my tricycle along the freeway to my small sized country school.
Mrs McMillan, ever the headmistress informed me that I would need to remove the viking costume I had dressed myself in. Unhappily I retired to the traditional school uniform made of flax & bamboo. In the final minutes before the exams I recited my times tables. Can't get enough of them BABY!
Anyway we got the papers. A few paper planes and a new exam paper later I was on my way. Reading through the exam I realised two things very quickly. I really am a sexy beast when wearing a viking costume and secondly, my year 9 woodwork course will not assist me with this exam.
WHAT MANNER OF EVIL IS THIS!
I don't want to sound like Alf off Home and Away but Flamin' Stuth Coleen this exam was hard. Then I sat down and thought about the advice my wise cousin had given me. Known in the brains of the family, Geoffery, scored a family high * in last years HSC exam. His words of advice rung through my ears like a mobile telephone "The Maths exam is just the same as the English exam".
So then it hit me journeys!
Sure the examinor will wonder what on earth my trip down to the shops to get milk has to do with prime numbers in an algerbraic formula. But dammit it was the best exam I have ever written. Seriously.
Anyway I must go, now that my father has kicked me out of the house for shaming the family I am limited to 15 minutes at the local internet cafe.
Toodles.