I had a spectacularly unproductive day today.
Occasionally, there are moments of spiralling panic — have I retained any of the information that’s been being stuffed into my brain over the last six weeks, have I totally underestimated the synoptic element of this exam, what happens if I walk in and sit down and can’t answer anything?
I know that I’ve worked hard.
I know that I’ve got another two weeks, and that I’ll continue to work hard.
They always say that if you coped with the second year exams, you’ll be fine with the third year exams.
But I can’t quite get rid of those niggling doubts.