Pursuant to yesterday's post, I was at the British Council for the Government and Politics exam in the evening. Fortunately, I managed to avoid the rush hour congestion by leaving minutes prior to the downpour. Upon my arrival at the examination centre, I approached the receptionist and asked about the relevant procedures prior to the exam (reporting, statement of entry etc). To my surprise, he impatiently directed me to the notice board at the entrance and pointed relentlessly at it, as though I was incapable of comprehension. No doubt the information like subject, time and venue were explicitly stated. But the latter, however, was remotely new to me albeit once an intern at the British Council. I promptly asked the receptionist where it was, only to be answered in a condescending manner, simultaneously adding to the countless pointing. It was a poor start and I was not pleased at all. But even so, it was unwise to lose my composure right before an exam which would ultimately impair my grade, which will be used to determine my admission chances with prospective universities. I duly thanked him and proceeded to the seating area. Coincidently, Marcus was there for a statistics exam at 6pm. We made small talk before I went off to revise my notes.
At half past five, a lady approached me to ask if I was sitting for the G&P paper. I acknowledged and was informed me about the change of venue. Shortly after that, I packed my bag just as Marcus was doing the same. We went up to the room together where we saw the other candidates seated in the conference room. I settled down and placed my statement of entry, personal id and stationaries on the table for inspection. The former raised a query from one of the candidates, who was a girl from Malacca sitting for the G&P exam. She asked what exam I was sitting for and placed her statement of entry beside mine. To my horror I saw six units of G&P registered! I instantly asked if she knew whether the units taken separately and she sadly shook her head. Everyone in the room became silent as the enlightenment resonated.
In the meantime, I had the rare opportunity of reading the questions beforehand considering how thin the exam papers were. I spewed the points mentally and became increasingly confident about getting a head start. In fact, I had more time than the others to prepare and was feeling smug about it. At 6pm sharp, we commenced the exam. I was writing vigorously continuously and was able to complete the paper before an hour ended. A ten minute recess was given where I wasted no time to revise notes from unit 2. Concurrently, it dawn on me that the girl from Malacca left midway during the exam. I was not surprised. In fact, would I have done the same given her predicament? I probably would have followed suit.
Without further ado, Unit 2 started where I skimmed all the questions, eliminating the irrelevant ones. With a quirk of fate, topics like the UK constitution and the Parliament appeared, sending my heart pumping at 300 mph. I was in luck I told myself and proceeded to pour out all my answers, simultaneously flipping between the question and answer page. Again, I finished the paper on the dot. What an experience!
At half past five, a lady approached me to ask if I was sitting for the G&P paper. I acknowledged and was informed me about the change of venue. Shortly after that, I packed my bag just as Marcus was doing the same. We went up to the room together where we saw the other candidates seated in the conference room. I settled down and placed my statement of entry, personal id and stationaries on the table for inspection. The former raised a query from one of the candidates, who was a girl from Malacca sitting for the G&P exam. She asked what exam I was sitting for and placed her statement of entry beside mine. To my horror I saw six units of G&P registered! I instantly asked if she knew whether the units taken separately and she sadly shook her head. Everyone in the room became silent as the enlightenment resonated.
In the meantime, I had the rare opportunity of reading the questions beforehand considering how thin the exam papers were. I spewed the points mentally and became increasingly confident about getting a head start. In fact, I had more time than the others to prepare and was feeling smug about it. At 6pm sharp, we commenced the exam. I was writing vigorously continuously and was able to complete the paper before an hour ended. A ten minute recess was given where I wasted no time to revise notes from unit 2. Concurrently, it dawn on me that the girl from Malacca left midway during the exam. I was not surprised. In fact, would I have done the same given her predicament? I probably would have followed suit.
Without further ado, Unit 2 started where I skimmed all the questions, eliminating the irrelevant ones. With a quirk of fate, topics like the UK constitution and the Parliament appeared, sending my heart pumping at 300 mph. I was in luck I told myself and proceeded to pour out all my answers, simultaneously flipping between the question and answer page. Again, I finished the paper on the dot. What an experience!
