Or as it is correctly pronounced, Maths, was today’s GCSE of choice. 2 hours long and calculator-allowed, we navigated the stormy waters of quadratics, climbed the towering heights of function graphs and almost fell into the quicksand of compound interest. It wasn’t until the last 5 minutes that I realised I had described a bank with a 104.5% annual rate, pretty generous for a savings account. Luckily, it was corrected in time. Tomorrow’s exam is Science (or “The Bits We Didn’t Fit Into Part 1!”) and then there’s another break until the final GCSE of the lot – History – on Tuesday. It’s my birthday in the meantime as well. Yay!
Talking of school, here’s an anatomy of a letter I found when I got back.
Ooooh – good? bad? Am I expelled, or have I been selected for the football team? Go on…!
Oh OK, it can’t be that bad then.
Bloody hell, how geeky. Still – must be worth something though? An iPod perhaps?
Righty ho, that’s great, but I could get more than that by phoning into CBBC…
Oh, you tease. Significant eh? Well, surely the prize will be quite large then, since it only has to be given to one person! All right!
A book token? Yeah, it’s, um, what I’ve always wanted….
I’m joking really, I’m sure it’ll look sexy in a CV, but still – nobody claims the taxpayer is bribing young people over here!