I swear the Sorbonne's placement test somehow managed to search out all those little words and rules of grammar that I told myself I would never need to remember and combined them into one 3-page exam.
Some people stood up a few minutes after starting and proclaimed they knew none of it. Some people made a few half-hearted attempts and left after 10 or so minutes. I just put pencil to paper and prayed that what I was writing and checking would somehow manage to transform itself into an acceptable answer.
After the written portion of the exam, there was a small oral portion. I sat down and just began talking. I was kind of proud of myself for being able to go that fast and only forgetting one word in the span of it.
Tomorrow the answers will be posted at 8h30. Strangely, I feel the same as I did in Nantes after the placement test I took there in January: there's nothing I can do now, there's no sense in worrying.
Some people stood up a few minutes after starting and proclaimed they knew none of it. Some people made a few half-hearted attempts and left after 10 or so minutes. I just put pencil to paper and prayed that what I was writing and checking would somehow manage to transform itself into an acceptable answer.
After the written portion of the exam, there was a small oral portion. I sat down and just began talking. I was kind of proud of myself for being able to go that fast and only forgetting one word in the span of it.
Tomorrow the answers will be posted at 8h30. Strangely, I feel the same as I did in Nantes after the placement test I took there in January: there's nothing I can do now, there's no sense in worrying.
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