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Sula Powell: Exam woes
January 22, 2016
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Those extremely pesky and heavily dreaded end of semester final exams have finally arrived. I am well and truly a nervous wreck which is perfectly accompanied by numerous, never ending and somewhat strategically placed stress-related spots (I really was yearning for concealer).

I am not entirely sure if it is a girl thing or not, most likely it is, but after every single exam, even from my historic high school days I am adamant I have done absolutely terrible. I knew nothing, yes not one thing, despite reading all those recommended books, which cost around £50 each, I didn’t write enough or I wrote too much (garbage).

Without fail after each exam I always do a mad and possibly dramatic sprint from the exam hall straight to my room, eagle eyed to ensure I am not approached by any smug looking classmates who will proceed to tell me what they had written about in the exam and how simplistic it all was — as it swiftly confirms what I probably wrote was completely invalid.

For example in the Commercial Law exam I forgot a couple of the case laws to support the three elements of a valid contract, typical. Naturally I panicked and of course made up some names with a fairly educated guess. Let’s hope, or say Inshallah as I heard a million times that day, Oliver Vs. Smith was correct!

Alongside this, and inconveniently adding to the stress, in the statistics exam we were stripped of our calculators. Yes in a maths based statistics exam apparently calculators were forbidden, barbaric I know.  According to our Professor (I am positive the invigilators did not want the blame). I was on the verge of tears not only because I could not even solve the first question without one but also my calculator is utterly glam and pink, a blend of baby pink and hot pink to be precise, so it must be shown off. After roughly 10 minutes of pure outrage and frantic phone calls the issue was resolved, we were allowed a calculator, which was obvious from the start, not that it probably aided me towards a better grade in any way!

The stress and nerves do not ever seem to ease off despite the fact I should be used to it all by now. After all, I will be a third year student very soon — maybe, only if I manage to safely make it through the next few months. There is group work involved AGAIN next semester which is not my most desired way of working after past experiences with my so called peers! (Note to self: do not be so soft or ever be influenced into editing the whole essay alone whilst the free riders enjoy trips to Oman). I am not completely sure what I will make of being in third year, sickened/ traumatised by and repelling that increased workload or fairly positive and bursting with optimistic thoughts of only having one more year to go!

I had one day to relax after my last exam before flying home for a holiday. I stupidly decided to go to Mall of the Emirates on a Friday. It is evident I have quite simply not learned anything whilst I have been here. Malls should be avoided at all costs on a Friday unless you can cope with overwhelming amounts of people, and I cannot. The spring rolls and dynamite shrimp from P.F. Chang’s eased it all though.

It was surprisingly good being back at home, admittedly the weather was not too unsatisfactory, still unwelcome but definitely bearable. I did understandably have a few “Dubai Moments.” Waiting at my table in the restaurant for around 15 minutes, irritable and perplexed as to why no one had taken our order, I realised it was the norm to place your own order. I also had to confirm which side of the road I was driving on several times before I left the house to avoid turning into the wrong side of the road, again. At least my mother greeted me with an abundance of hummus and falafel!
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Sula Powell is a Scottish/Jamaican business student at
Heriot Watt University in Dubai. Sula is a keen horse rider
and a part time model holding a number of prestigious titles
including Europe’s Perfect Junior Teen. For the remainder
of her journey in the UAE, Sula will be sharing her experiences
on the ups and downs of student life.
 

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