Well, I had a lovely encounter with a cricket... you may all think that this is nothing too drastic, but let me assure you, I have been scarred for life.
It all started with Paper 1... there we were, filing into the hall, I found myself to be right up the front near the door, always the best place to be in any exam - right?
Ofcourse, for the first 15 minutes everything was fine, lads still chattering away before being handed the papers and the presiding officer doing her lingo.
10 minutes into the exam, all hell broke loose, a cricket, who I've lovingly nicknamed "George Bush", started to do its thing from a bin about 1 metre away from me. The sound lasted throughout the entire exam, its repetitive and almost fractal nature cycling throughout my area of study exam.
At the end of my exam, I inspected the bin to no avail, Mr Bush was nowhere in sight.
I returned on Wednesday morning, same seat, I listened carefully for Mr Bush, but heard nothing, little did I know that Mr Bush was there, waiting, anticipating the silence to begin for paper 2,... sure enough, there he was again, the familiar tones of Mr Bush etching away at my poor, innocent and un-spoilt mind after 10 minutes of silence.
Well, that is the end of my sad story, Mr Bush didn't return for IPT on Thursday, however I was in a different seat, I hope I have heard the last of him. But who knows...