Failed
On my third driving test, I turned right out of the test centre, reached a pedestrian crossing, attempted to run over a little old lady, was prevented from doing so by the examiner grabbing the wheel, then proceeded straight back to the test centre.
The drive home was very, very quiet. I've never felt such a complete failure.
What have you failed at?
( , Fri 5 Jan 2007, 10:21)
On my third driving test, I turned right out of the test centre, reached a pedestrian crossing, attempted to run over a little old lady, was prevented from doing so by the examiner grabbing the wheel, then proceeded straight back to the test centre.
The drive home was very, very quiet. I've never felt such a complete failure.
What have you failed at?
( , Fri 5 Jan 2007, 10:21)
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Another Exam story....
At the end of my second year at Uni I sat an exam for a lovely course titled Mathematical Methods and Applications to the Physical Processes. My attendance throughout the year wasn't the best and even when I was there I didn't really understand the "Mathematical Methods" part. My revision plan therefore was the old favourite of question spotting in previous years exam papers and just learning those.
25 minutes into the 3 hour exam and i'd done all I could. I did the usual totting up of possible marks to see what my chances of passing were. It turned out if I got all of the questions I'd answered right I would walk away with 19% - Not even close to the 40% pass mark.
I raised my hand for permission to leave. When the invigilator came over she rubbed salt in my wounds when she asked if I needed more paper. With over a dozen blank pages still in my answer booklet what I actually needed was a pint. When I got to the bar who should be there to greet me but my revision buddy Rob who with a surname in the first half of the alphabet had sat the same exam in the room opposite to my own. His early exit meant just one thing - We would be seeing each other 1 month earlier than planned for the resit. Good Times!
( , Fri 5 Jan 2007, 12:38, Reply)
At the end of my second year at Uni I sat an exam for a lovely course titled Mathematical Methods and Applications to the Physical Processes. My attendance throughout the year wasn't the best and even when I was there I didn't really understand the "Mathematical Methods" part. My revision plan therefore was the old favourite of question spotting in previous years exam papers and just learning those.
25 minutes into the 3 hour exam and i'd done all I could. I did the usual totting up of possible marks to see what my chances of passing were. It turned out if I got all of the questions I'd answered right I would walk away with 19% - Not even close to the 40% pass mark.
I raised my hand for permission to leave. When the invigilator came over she rubbed salt in my wounds when she asked if I needed more paper. With over a dozen blank pages still in my answer booklet what I actually needed was a pint. When I got to the bar who should be there to greet me but my revision buddy Rob who with a surname in the first half of the alphabet had sat the same exam in the room opposite to my own. His early exit meant just one thing - We would be seeing each other 1 month earlier than planned for the resit. Good Times!
( , Fri 5 Jan 2007, 12:38, Reply)
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