So have the ramble about Uni that I'm sure everyone's been desperate for.
As far as the actual courses themselves go I really don't have much to say to be honest.
My much beloved Politics tutor has to leave halfway through the year and I was really quickly assigned another one who seemed lovely but was quite far away. I cant actual fault anyone involved thought, the OU were brilliant in the circumstances and the new tutor could not have made anymore effort so thumbs up to all involved.
My social science module was pretty much the same as last year but thanks to a lack of emotional breakdowns I managed to make it through the module this time and (without being an arrogant bitch) I'm reasonably confident I've managed to pass.
The main trauma from this year has undoubtedly been the absolute terror of having to take a formal written exam. I literally have made it through two years of uni without having to suffer this fate but unfortunately I seem to have only put off the inevitable as the only way to pass this years Politics module was to take (and pass) the exam.
The last exams I took were GCSE's and to be brutally honest they were an absolute, well, a word I probably shouldn't use on this blog so let's just say they were less than successful. The grand total of 3 passing grade GCSE's I managed to scrape I pretty sure were on sheer luck and a low weighting of the exam results for those particular courses. In general I think it's a fair assumption that anxious, panicky, fidgeting folk (e.g me) don't deal well with highly pressured, claustrophobic-ly silent, rigidly structured exam conditions. We just crack. Or at least I do.
I think my saving grace was having an amazing chilled out week in the Lake District before the exam which had the double bonus of giving me time to get last minute revision in and also a chance to totally relax and block out the impending terror that was waiting for me the follow week.
The exam itself wasn't nearly as terrifying once it started but unfortunately that brief lull of calm and relief on the way out the exam hall had disappeared by the next morning when the countdown to Results Day started. At the time of writing this I'm 11 days away from an envelope dropping through my letter box to tell me if I'm going into my final year in October or if I've made an unbelievable
I'm trying to not think about it too much and just maintain my usual faith that everything will work out the way it's supposed to (even if it seems like it's all going to hell at the time).
Fingers are definitely staying crossed for a pass which would mean I can start my last two modules in October because to be honest they sound like the most interesting ones I've done by a mile (although Power, Dissent and Equality was genuinely fascinating). That would mean next year is International Relations and Environmental Policy which are both pretty much exactly the kind of extreme nerding I'm interested in and fit pretty much exactly into the course I'm hoping to get on (finances allowing) once I finish this degree.
I guess the main thing I wanted to say was that this years done and in the meantime I've got the summer off and actual spare time again which is amazing but I'm hopefully going to use some of it to get some posts done about a few other (less uni-focussed) things going on.
In theory.
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