On my morning walks, I am noticing that the Jacaranda flowers/leaves are dropping.
Deep breaths - they're only flowers
22 years after my last Uni exam, my heart still beats faster when I see this. Because when the leaves drop, on the Uni calendar, it's exam time. Two events on the Jacaranda/Uni Calendar..... leaves appear, get studying....leaves drop... it's too late...the dreaded swot vac and a painful few weeks of balancing exams and swotting. Blah!
This is the riverbank in front of our apartment - all Jacaranda trees!
Well, I don't know how it is these days, but back in the 80's, there was no continual assessment in the Science faculty. The assessment was just one big, whopper exam at the end of semester, for each subject. It was hell. By the time the Jacarandas had dropped ... it was time to fleece A-M's summaries of her subject summaries... yes I gave them away to all and sundry and suffered a few devastating moments when some of my 'less than studious' science buddies, who never attended lectures and just swotted on my summaries, got a higher grade than me!
Jacarandas on the other side of the river - close to the Uni
I was so relieved to read on a forum somewhere that others suffer that recurring dream... of going into an exam of a subject that you haven't studied for, or have even been to one lecture for. I experience it at least every few weeks or so. Hubby says, "that dream again?"... "yep". I never failed an exam in my 5 years at Uni... came close in the beginning... before I learnt 'exam passing techniques' (that's all Uni is right!) ... maybe that's it.. the coming close? But the dream is always about the last subject I need to get my last degree, the one I need to be able to go out and work.....the last 10 credit points. In my dream, I'm the only one who has to stay the next semester to do one subject in order to graduate.
Every grand home has Jacarandas lining the footpath - it was all the rage... back in the day.
The irony is, that is exactly what happened to my hubby. His situation was cruel... it was one credit point... one! He even pleaded to the Dean of Science.... nope, got no-where and had to sit a whole semester for the last credit point.
Yet I'm the one having the dream.... no nightmare.... it's a nightmare now as it is still going all these years later. What does it all mean? Is anyone out there as mental as me? Oh dear, that's an invitation if ever there was one.