It's kind of painful to go through 6.5 hours of exams only to walk out and be sure you failed.
And for those who know me, don't do that thing where you go, "Oh, no... I'm sure you did fine, you probably just didn't get a great grade, but surely you passed." Because, really? No. No, I did not.
As a matter of fact, most likely, 92% of my comrades did not pass either. My school has an 8% - yes 8% - success rate. Which means two things: 1) it's not easy and 2) I really can say with certitude that I failed.
In France, luckily, this is not a problem. The glory of the French system is that you can take the exams - again - come September. So I'll be reviewing Arabic over the summer in an attempt to NOT blank on three words necessary for my translation today. Walking out, I realized I made at least 15 stupid, stupid errors. On a test out of 20, that's just not good.
Anyway, tomorrow is the oral exam. I was going to prepare for it rather intensively, but I have decided that if I'm going to have to go through this whole process again anyway, there's not much point. I'll review some more this evening, but I'm pretty much just counting down the hours until 10.30 am tomorrow when this whole business will be over and done with.
Until September, that is.
I feel your pain. I have my spanish final and oral both coming up next week, and I feel almost completely certain to fail it.
Of course, spanish is supposed to be a simple language, which makes me feel even more frustrated with the situation, but alas. I have all my other finals coming up the week later so I'm just hoping to manage to pull off enough to average it in with me GB Culture and Identity class (the other class in the same unit, surprisingly) to squeak by. Sigh.
Good Luck!