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Things were going well in my GCSE german exam around this time last year. I was cruising, owing to my excellent preparation and the high-quality teaching I had received.

At the end of the fifth question, I felt like some sort of german god, a deity of the teutonic languages, simply unstoppable in my mastery of european tongues.

However, upon turning the page, I saw to my horror that I had absolutely no idea what the hell they were banging on about. 'Ein dieb hast meine schaetze gestholen? Was!?'

Suffice to say, it was the worst sechs I've ever had.
(WarneMarsh My priority for frivolity begets quality jollity, Sun 17 Jun 2007, 17:09, Reply)