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15. Juni 2015

Exams

Yeay, it is that time of the year. As you may or may not know, I haven’t had any exams until May. There were Mock Exams in January but they were more or less just “preparation” and “dry runs”, they didn’t have an impact onto my grades.
Consequently, everybody’s exams were cramped into May and June and over the period of a month I wrote all of my exams, covering everything that I learned in 4 subjects over the course of 9 months.
To complicate matters, there was a week of holidays right in the middle, followed by a week of “study leave” where you only had to come into school for exams. The number of exams you have to write varies with the subjects you take, it was 9 for me. And whereas the last two are spaced out nicely, I wrote the first seven within 10 days. It was stressful, to say the least.

What Stela and I thought is that as a method to cope with the stress better we could get stress balls. Our Hostmother liked the idea, said that she had made them herself before out of balloons and flour and that we could all make our own ones together. And that is what we did.
I wasn’t sure if I would be allowed to take the ball into the exam room but that turned out not to be a problem. So pretty early into my first exam (Geography) I squeezed the stress ball in my lap and…it popped. It just exploded in a floury mess on my legs.  In the middle of an exam! Needless to say that it didn’t fulfil its purpose that well in that moment. It didn’t help that from then on my brain spent a lot of time producing thoughts such as “What if someone in here has got a flour allergy? Some people have got that. What if they breath it in and then they die or something because my frickin’ balloon exploded???”
Not mine, out of obvious reasons -.-
It went off to a bad start, but afterwards nothing traumatizing happened anymore apart from the moment in my second Geography exam when one of the women who observed us to make sure that we can’t cheat walked up to me to ask me if I had brought another stress ball. I must have left a lasting memory.

11. Juni 2015

Walk The Wight

“Walk The Wight” is an annual charity event that takes place on our island where – guess what – people walk the Wight. The money raised goes to a hospice on the island, if you register you pay 20£ but you can participate just for fun too. This year there have been more than 10,000 people registered and that are people from everywhere, not just the island or England.
This year it happened to be the 25th anniversary and me and my whole Hostfamily took part. There are different walks that vary in length, there are 4, 8, 12, 14 and 26 miles tracks. We did the 8 miles one (13km!) and it was really nice, the weather was perfect and the track was nice too (okay, I challenge you to find a way that is ugly, everything on this island is scenic),
we even got a medal at the end.
Us waiting for the bus to take us back to the car (trying to pose for a picture with the medals).
#spon ;)

There are even footsteps on the back.