As you may have noticed, this is my first blog post. However, I'm going to try not to do the whole 'Hi I'm Kitty and I like pudding and reading and dancing and writing and my favorite colour is pink' because that makes me feel like we're 6 year olds being forced to make friends on the first day of school. All you need to know about me is that my name is Kitty, I'm an 18 year old kitten from Perth, Australia, and today I decided to start blogging. So let's get straight into it~
On Tuesday, I took my final exam for university for the year. I can't believe the year is already over, this time last year I had just come out of highschool and had no idea what I was going to do with my life and now I'm here, having just finished an exam at my first choice of university. It's pretty crazy when you think about it.
As for how the exam went, I can't say I'm too thrilled about it. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I did terribly, but it also wasn't my finest work. The exam lasted for two hours and consisted of two essay questions, each worth 50%. I finished both the essays within the time limit, but because it was a closed book exam (we were allowed to bring only a pen and a water bottle) I had a lot of trouble remembering references and linking my answers to what I had learned and stuff.
I don't really mind that my work was obviously not HD (high distinction) worthy, as long as it gets me a passing grade for the unit. I'm a bit nervous because all throughout this semester, my other two classes have been fine, but this one; I've just been scraping through and if I don't get at least 57% on the exam, I'll have to repeat the class. This class is called a 'transition unit', which means that before you can actually work on your degree, you have to show you're competent enough to be studying at university. If I don't pass, I'll have to retake the class, and my whole university journey will be set back by six months, so please pray for me.
As I stepped out of the exam room, I felt somehow lighter. As if all the semesters stress had been lifted off of my shoulders - I had made it. The only thing I am stressing about now, is if my exam grade will be good enough to carry me through to next semester. I have a pretty big problem with stress, and I find the best thing to do in situations where I can do nothing but wait, is to distract myself with good company and pretty things.
I called my boyfriend who was in TAFE that day, and arranged to meet him in the city once he had finished. About an hour later, I was in a completely refreshed and relaxed mood. It was so nice, he chatted to me as I shopped around and helped me get through the crowds of people to this one sweater I fell in love with - being socially anxious to the point where you can't even say 'excuse me' sucks, so he pretended to look for himself, found my size and gave it to me to try on - he's a keeper.
After a hard day of shopping and a long train ride home, we went to his house for dinner and a movie. Then he drove me home and we put away all my new clothes.
I'm still feeling a bit anxious, but at least I'm feeling anxious in cute clothes.
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