English Exams

[thornyrose42]

I find it very ironic that my AS English exam takesplace on the 25th of May and I am debating whether or not to find a lilac ribbon and wear it for luck or something. Although I have the niggling doubt that that isn't really the point of wearing lilac tomorrow.

That will probably only make sense to Discworld fans....

Anyway, the subjects of this exams are old Will's sonnets and "A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters" by Julian Barnes. 

Barnes I can get good marks on if I have a couple of hours rather than fifty odd minutes and sonnets are quite lovely so....

Mind you my revision last night eventually deteriorated into trying to find *hem hem* phallic symbols in the sonnets, it wasn't difficult really, practically any line you care to mention can be well...taken the wrong way (much like the last bit of that sentence). 

"And my next self thou harder hast engross'd"
  
Even, and I hate to do this because it is my absolute favorite sonnet:

"Rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickles compass come"

Oh dear....

Also fic:

“Well, I think Zanthia is a lovely name for a girl.”

 

“Yes dear, if you want her to become a stripper.”

 

“Or maybe Peach….”

 

“That’s a type of fruit.”

 

“How about Amymone?”

 

“Didn’t she murder her husband?”

 

“Cinderella.”

 

“Now you’re just being silly.”

 

“Well, at least I’m making an effort to choose a name; all you’ve done on your notepad is a new design for an Invisible Footstool and a really bad drawing of a frog.” Lily grabbed the offending notepad and flicked through it. A large frown was etched on her face.

 

“Well, I might make more of an effort if you were choosing slightly more sensible names,” James retorted, snatching the pad back from her and crossing his arms across his chest. 

 

“Sensible?! Sensible?!” cried Lily wildly, raising her hands to the ceiling as if pleading with the deity of Harassed Wives and Never Ending Arguments. “This coming from a man who named his owl after a brand of broomstick!”

 

“I was eleven!”

 

“Well, you’re twenty-one now, so for goodness sake at least try to come up with a decent name for your child,” Lily huffed, banging her head back against the headboard. She then tried not to wince when she realised that bringing a solid object into contact with your head to emphasise your point actually hurt. 

 

“Fine then...Harry. Harry is a good name,” James said, scowling back at his wife.

 

“That’s a boy’s name,” Lily said grumpily. She gave her head a surreptitious rub.

 

“Well, I think that he will be a boy, so giving him a boy's name would probably be the right thing to do.” James said this in a tone that indicated that he was rapidly losing patience with the entire debate. “Unless you want him to be teased unmercifully when he gets to school….”

 

“You have to think of girls’ names, as well you know,” Lily said, only slightly mollified.

 

“That’s simple, Harriet if it’s a girl, Harry if it’s a boy. Problem solved. Now go to sleep, busy day tomorrow.”

 

He rolled over and turned out the light, effectively cutting off any spluttered objections that she might have had. She elbowed him instead; he groaned and shoved his head under the pillow.

 

It was quite a nice name though, she mused as she snuggled down beside him; it had a sort of a ring to it...Harry Potter.

 

“Still have to come up with a middle name though,” she whispered drowsily. “Personally I quite like James.”

 

“Glad to hear it,” came the muffled reply. “I would hate to think that you liked anyone else.”