I went in this morning, armed with my 67p bottle of Highland Spring water, my pen and a spare (one of them had the metal clip already snapped off so I wouldn't be tempted to snap it and cut myself during the exam) - and some theorist names sneakily written underneath my watch strap.

I managed my time well - I wrote 4 pages for the first question and 2 and a half for the second question.
The second question was such a cunt though.

We had to write how language was used to convey power.
Easy enough, usually.
But no - the text was a fucking LETTER FROM WATERSTONE'S.
There was barely anything to comment on.

I was confident with the categorisation of texts question - but I even think I've managed to bodge that up.
I know for a fact I won't fail. I've never failed an exam in my life. I never will.

My coursework is at least a C - I've heard nobody got less than a C - and I've probably got higher than that anyway.
I know I've gotten at least half marks.
But I wasn't the only one who struggled with it - many others were saying they did also.

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Either way - it put me in a shit mood for the rest of the day.
I ate so much chocolate. It made me feel slightly better.

I used my break from B block to sit around on the round tables and play Cooking Mama 2.
I calmed myself down a little.

I'm not going to dread the upcoming results.
I can always resit the AS exam.
And I can make up my grade when I get to A2.

Hmmm.