Tuesday 6 September 2011

Studing for Finals "Cooking?!?"

Before the final exam season for the spring semestercame with in spitting distance of my unprepared mind we had almost a full month off. For the normal EU student this is a perfect time to go home and see family, friends and people that remind them why they dislike home as much as they do, just like American students. But for those students that live to far away, like me, it leaves you with "study time" which of course means do anything but study for as long as you possibly can.  So other then working out at the gym almost every day once I came back from Germany of course I had so much time on my hands.
Everyone from the EU area whihc is the majority of the school and of my pals went home, so I was left to my own clever thoughts and watching endless movies over the internet. By the way you can watch The Drew Carey Show till the cows come home (I live on an old farm and the cows have been dead for over 100 years) and it will not help you with your international business course what so ever, but if you want to brew beer thats the show for you. Anyways, with my extry time I tried to walk the city and my brand new distraction cooking interesting creations that sound good in my mind and are ok on a plate. After not to long the dishes became better and better untill they came out like I imagined them to be in taste and apperance. Thats just one of the things I learned from all my cooking that apperance is the difference between "ooo that looks alright" and not saying any thing and eating all the servings before anyone is able to get to my flat to eat dinner. What comings with a life of working out and cooking I also became consumed with nutrional cooking. Finding ways to make things in healthier ways and still have them taste great. Like by removing sugars and fatty thngs like butters and oils of which I became so acustom to growing up. Nutrition is such an touchy topic everyone caloric intake per day in going to be different due to their activity leaves also other nutrictional intake will very.
But anyways I can't go into it or I will never get to write about my finals. So it turns out UK exams are nothing like any exams I have ever taken. The structure of the exams are mostly if not completly exam questions, which I figured I beleive incorrectly all I had to do is asnwer the question and show that you know what your writing about. What I did not know is that I had to take the exams in black pen, which I geuss was common knowlegde to everyone except for my self. I took the exam with a number two pencil and was not told otherwise untill after my second exam. So at that point I had no idea what I had gotten, if I had done well or fantastic or failed. The pressure was mounting and as nature would have it my last exam was my hardest. On top of it all on of my best friends from back in the States was coming to viste me and I thought he would be arriving a hour or two after my final exam, but instead I received a cell phone call from my friend half way through the day before my exam before I even started my craming sesson of the day. So he watched the for mentioned The Drew Carey Show while eating chocolate, wilse I was sitting on my bed behind him going through all my notes, computer print out and course hand outs while thinking of everything elsein the would, including a very high speed windmill for my back yard (that I never built, terrible) that was drawn in great detail on the margins of my notes. With the very lite studing that I managed that Night I awoke at 7:30 in the AM had breakfast while speed reading my notes and sweating beads. After changing my shirt I walked while still trying to read my own hand writing down the busy morning streets of Edinburgh and arrived at the old college with 45 minutes to spare and with more then half the notes I had brought with me scattered between my hands, falling from my bag and flying through the street behind me. Finally the time came and I was sitting at my desk with my black pen and three more like it with my Universty ID displayed proudly on my desk top. I tryed to joke with the men handing out the tests with a smill and some wit and he was having nothing to do with it and just placed the exam atop my test and walked away. I took the exam and all but one question I was pretty confident about. After the exam I almost ran back to my flat with a paniced smile spread wide across my face spitting out hello's and good days to anyone that would raise the eyes high enough to meet mine. Then when I got all the way back to my flat to start a new day guiding my friend through the city, I reached inside my bag and realized I had left my ID in the exam hall. So I turned around and marched still as happy as a clam that has not been caught yet to the exam hall that had in the thirty minutes that the exam had closed the doors had locked. So I went door to door at the old college trying to find an open door. After I found an I met a new security man and he let me into that side of the building and told me the route that I needed to take to get to the great hall that I had taken the exam in. It became clear why that side was all locked up and their was a security man their with no one to keep him company, there was all sorts of expensive art work and other things of value that I had to walk by to get to the exam hall. I grabbed my ID and exscaped the vault in the old college and lightly ran back to my flat at that time was about lunch to see what my pal wanted to do with the day. But when I burst through the door and had a happy freak out with my flatmate I walked into my rom to see my pal still dead asleep. So ended my exams and all I had left is to exspore the city without stress.
Brought to you with the spell errors as normal by dyslexa and my own lazinesss.
Thank you for reading

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