The Four Stages of Revision

Autumn is here!
If spring is something I sing and dance about then autumn is something else entirely. I love the autumn!
And, it only just occurred to me that it was here a couple of days ago, after summer came and went with no real presence, and I saw reddish leaves on the ground.
Leaves are falling, HOORAH!

I like the colours, the crunch, the weather and the cool clothes it leads you to wear. (I like layers. Layers with a hijab don’t work except in autumn and spring – at least it doesn’t work with me.)

So, anyway, this post isn’t purely about me going on and on about the time of year (though I could).

I’ve got an exam in a couple of weeks. Now, imagine the biggest exam of your life. Bigger than GCSE’s, bigger than A-levels, bigger than the tons of evil exams at Uni.
My exam is big.
An exam so big it puts into perspective the last ten years of working your butt off on all the previously mentioned stages and that scoffs at the flimsy piece of paper with your degree etched on it and says ‘go on, cry. Make. My. Day’.
I need your help. Please, please, please pray for me.
*closes eyes solemnly*
I need it.

I’ve already passed through the four stages of revision:
Stage one: “Please! I have so got this in the bag!”
Stage two: “So...I may have made a slight underestimation. Time to get seri- ooh, celebrity gossip blog.”
Stage three: “It’s impossible to go on. I give up. I’m realistic. I’ll marry a rich man instead.”
Stage four: “Oh my God, why? Why did I procrastinate? Why?”

Sigh.

Think of me, friends, as I lay buried under a pile of paperwork, hacking and jolting my way through them, clobbering and combating through to breath oxygen. My eyes! Think of my eyes that have had to read size 6 font or something equally ridiculous. Think of me as I desperately try to keep away from all the lovely and distracting things on the internet...