I woke up early this morning from an exam nightmare. I thought I was over those, really I did. This one was a confused mess, it wasn’t clear whether I was supposed to be graduating or sitting “A”-Levels, which is maybe why I didn’t remember that I’m way, way past having to worry about any of that.
Colin Fahey set out to take the SAT and get the lowest possible score. He didn’t quite make it. The thing I find interesting is that he writes about getting a sense of liberation and euphoria from going through a classic academic exam experience, in a situation where it could not matter less and the only pressure is to get everything wrong. It makes me wonder if it would be good therapy for those of us who have suffered PTSD from exams.