The Invigilators

So it’s exam time here at NUI Galway and some things never change…procrastination. I’m writing this blog to none other than procrastinate from studying about the rise and fall of the Celtic Tiger period in Ireland. Interesting stuff, but there’s something about making a new pot of coffee at 2 A.M. and competing with my roommate Michele to see who stays up studying the latest. Except the only prize being bags under our eyes. 

 

The first exam we took was in the gym and there were 400 desks lined up, a lot different from my SJU classes of 25 students. There are about 40 Invigilators who walk up and down the aisles to make sure no one cheats. That word seems so intimidating, I feel like an Invigilator is some crazy person from The Hunger Games. I’ll stick with the word proctor. I found out that they play games of human pac man through the aisles which I find absolutely hysterical and now I kind of want to be an Invigilator. “Oh hey mom, btw I’m gonna stay here in Ireland and be a full time Invigilator, see you at Christmas!” I’m sure that will go over well. Anyways exams have been going well and my eyes look like I went 10 rounds with Floyd Maywether, so I guess that means I won Michele?