Tensions leading up to the actual event were running high, or maybe not. I was pretty laid back about it. I wanted to make sure I did as well as I could, but after vocabulary stopped sinking in I stopped revising, deciding that if I didn't know it by now I wasn't going to know it. All through this term Greek has been the subject that's got my least attention - I'm not a natural linguist, and other subjects have captured my interest to a greater degree. At times the only thing that was keeping me going was the label in the front of my textbook reminding me that my youth group had presented it to me as a leaving present - I couldn't quit Greek and let them down!
Looking back I don't know what I was afraid of - the test was actually relatively harmless, and I don't think anybody failed. Fear of the unknown was the dominating factor.
24 hours later we got the results. At 86% my Greekness is approaching Prince Philip proportions. Our Greek teacher Mark took us to Starbucks to celebrate. 'Accompanied us' would be a more accurate description - Rebecca seemed to pay for most of the coffee!
So here's a few pictures of the celebration, I'll let you meet my new Cambridge friends:
Me in a rented hat
Chris in a rented hat
Mark and Jude (no hat)
Rebecca (no hat), Gill and Sam
Rebecca (no hat), Gill and Sam
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