Watch Out World, Here I Come

I finally sat the IELTS exam this morning. Brrrrrrr, high school all over again! Same old IGCSE examination and answer booklets, same old booming microphone, same cold hall with ancient moldy wood desks and chairs, and rows immaculately made, down to the last millimeter. Deja-vu all over again! All the way down to the itty bitty scrap paper aka my name tag, taped down to my desk. Even the crazy metal detector and security check was made hahahahaha it was like we were in Heathrow or NASA or some crazy shit. I'm surprised they didn't do a full cavity search. Now that would be fun :P

Compared to the TOEFL, the IELTS is very unprofessional in terms of presentation and writing mode. The exam was supposed to start at 9:00 sharp, being a British exam and all, but most candidates were too dumb dumb to read the pre-examination instruction paper, which clearly indicated that nothing was permitted into the hall besides a pen and a passport, and that includes your precious Prada bag and Maserati car keys dah-lin! Ooh and don't forget to chuck your phone while you're at it, preferably in the nearest toilet bowl. Thus we didn't begin until around 9:35. Idiots.

I had woken up at around 6:30, showered, dressed and had brekky, and was on the road by 7:30, expecting the Gulf road to be congested (never been on the Gulf road this early). Thankfully it wasn't, so I was on the AUK campus by 8:00, thinking I'd be the first one at the examination hall. To my dismay, there was a long cue of around 100 candidates, mostly Indians in their Saris and suites and ties. I felt like a bum, wearing my tracksuit bottoms and a pajama top under my windbreaker fluorescent green raincoat and nothing but my passport and keys in my hand. Haha!!

Ah yes, these people take examinations way too seriously, with their binders and folders and pieces of important paper carefully tucked away in protective clear plastic or leather covers and whatnot.

I never did well in this sort of exam. Oooh especially the TOEFL. I started twiddling my thumbs halfway through and just put my head down and flat out gave up. Too lengthy and tedious, and requires much more concentration, patience and mental dexterity than I possess. Today was no different. After a few taxing minutes of staring at the comprehension passage, I resorted to wasting my time by doodling and shading in the letters on my papers, and looking around and about the hall, since we weren't allowed to leave the examination hall, under any circumstances, before the 2:45 hours were up. Gruesome! I had one thought, and only one thought in mind, and that is "I need to pee". A broken record playing over and over and over for the entire duration of the exam. Whoa I really do have a one-track mind hahahah!

Ah well, we'll find out how it really went in 2 weeks time.

The only good thing I got out of today, so far, is this gorgeous purple pencil, with the British Council emblem!

I luuurve purple :P

Anyways, so I gotsta be heading for the British Council in Mansouriya for my interview at 3:20. Hope I don't fuck that up :/