Today was the most bizarre exam for me.
Sick with fever.
Half way through exam, almosty like some curse, i was writing 'postmodernism,' and as soon as i started scrwlig out 'm,' the person behind me neezed really loudly and made me jump, causing an innoncent m to exist on half a page. NOt to mention i got a death glare when i said 'shit' rather loudly in suprise - the glare was soon removed to those around me who strated giggling - the mood in my room was so - light and relaxed - confident almost.
In my story, I made the author hate his life for writing all the texts we had to study in imaginative journeys - wishing he had done somethign better with his time *connects to two pocket watches* and is disappointed for leaving his wife Ordella (bottom right hand corner of pic - look closely - its a pic of a woman)
I am so happy I never have to touch english as a subject again!