Exactly a week ago today, I sat for what i’m pretty sure will be my last ever exam. As you can probably imagine, I can’t say I feel particularly remorseful about leaving exams behind for good, but the prospect of never having to do them again feels quite strange. The final two modules of my course that I’m due to start on monday are purely coursework based which means I no longer have to go through the ritualistic late night library revision sessions anymore. But even though exams are finished, I still haven’t escaped the clutches of the library due to the perpetual freedom noose that is the dissertation.
Last week, I had a three hour exam on Science Fiction cinema, an exam that actually went surprisingly well – mainly because of the fact that the questions seemed to be more or less the same from past-exam papers. So hopefully it went well but I can never tell with exams. The rest of my house-mates have only just finished their exams so the general atmosphere has gone from intensely stress-fuelled to… normal.
Despite the fact that I think my exam went well, there’s no question that exams get much harder as you progress through University. Once you reach third year, exams go from two to three hours and usually require you to retain more or less every piece of knowledge from the module in question. That’s why it’s important to note that your final year of university requires much more time and effort than previous years; most final year students will agree that you can more or less kiss goodbye to any chance of a fruitful social life.