I’m about to start my eighth set of university exams. At this point, I consider myself kind of an expert. I’ve done it all before.
Accordingly, I shall pull in my 18-year-old self and give her some advice.
Rae 21: Hi! How’s it going?
Rae 18: Who are you?
Rae 21: I have some advice for you from the future.
Rae 18: Ok…
Rae 21: Calm down! Stop panicking! You’re going to do fine in these exams!
Rae 18: I’m not panicking.
Rae 21: What?
Rae 18: I’ve done heaps of practice exams. I know what I’m doing.
Rae 21: You little cow.
Rae 18: Plus the lecturers are really helpful and we have lots of exemplar questions and answers which I understand and can do.
Rae 21: I hate you.
Rae 18: And really we already learned a lot of this at high school so it’s just revision.
Rae 21: Gah!
Rae 18: Nothing to worry about really.
Rae 21: *bangs head on desk*
Rae 18: So how’s your study going?
Rae 21: *runs away*