Ok, not really, but it feels like it as of now. Between yesterday and today I sat for my CPE, that’s Certificate in Proficiency English, after studying to infinity and attending daily 2 and a half hour English classes. It’s all done, I could say I’m proficient now, but I should wait for my mark and actual certificate. Anyway, I’m pretty sure I passed.
I am perfectly aware than no one on their right mind could ever give a damn about the details of how my exam went, but since I’m excited about it I’m going to tell my story anyway.
We had the Listening and Speaking on Wednesday, first day of out exam (which is odd because those are papers 4 and 5) Listening at bloody 9 a.m., which was pure cruelty, because it meant I had to wake up at bloody 7 a.m., and I detest waking up early. So there I went, somewhat grumpy and with a headache to IH for my exam. Got there, and half the candidates for the CAE were late, and they got called first. So we went into out classroom (I think it was every candidate in the same classroom, that’s how many we were) and had out listening. As always we heard tales on the weirdest things on Earth. I believe part 1 had one excerpt about a writer, one about sports, and that’s about as much as I remember, part 2 was about hot air balloons, very familiar subject as you can imagine. And I can’t recall any others, but it went rather well, not a 100% for sure, but well enough for a certain pass.
Then the speaking left me on cloud nine. It was what I dreaded the most, but it turned out really good. I had my exam with this guy I already knew from my class all year, who’s quite nice, so we had no awkwardness of whatever. First part is always similar and it never goes wrong, then the second part, which was where I had had the most trouble, we handled time perfectly concluding when it was time to conclude and following the task to the last detail. And then the 2′ talk went smoothly, which is all that can be hoped for an improvised talk on a subject you don’t give a shit about (something you’d never do in real life, talking uninterrupted on something you don’t know anything about). And the interlocutor skipped the joint question after out talks, to jump first to candidate B for his talk and then jumping ahead to the broader topic questions, which were about work and transport and I don’t know what else. The interlocutor even laughed genuinely after she asked something about the setting of a building and my classmate said he’s studying architecture, which is true and gave a reasonable but complicated answer to her question. After the test was over, which felt quite quick, and as we were leaving, he left the room before me and as I was closing the door as silent as possible so as not to bother anyone, I heard the interlocutor and the examiner say “she’s such a natural!” or something along those lines, in impressed voices. So I’m really proud of myself for that.
Today, same time, same grumpiness, but a day that stretched to infinity. I’m hell tired right now. After being like 7 hs straight inside IH, 5 of those actual examination time. First was the reading, where part 3 was about coffee, and I felt really easy, but my classmates said it had been hard for them, and said part 2 had been easy when I hesitated on every question on that. I think it was about writers again, but I might be mixing it up. In part 1, which is always fairly simple, there was one text about miners, one about a town’s downtown and one I can’t remember. And even though I had to read part 4 several times to get each question I can’t remember what on Earth it was about.
Then came the writing, and I was rather scared about not having enough time, but it went great and I was done writing after 1.30 hours of exam, and had plenty of time to correct it. Part 1 was an essay, which I think was good, I hope the examiner who marks it thinks so as well, and part 2 I picked a proposal, to show off a diff kind of language, and I think went good too.
After that we had lunch outside, I had never been that sociable with my English classmates ever before, but it was very pleasant, it’s very different people so mixing up is quite enjoyable. Then came the Use of English and by this point, it being the last paper, I was quite relaxed and ready for whatever. Part 1 was as always easy. Filling in the gaps comes quite naturally. Part 2 though, was a bit harder, the word building left me hesitant about several words. One doubting between “duration” and “durability” I wrote the first, everyone else the second. About “withstand” being correct or not, and a couple more which I have already forgotten. Part 3 was easy, might have messed one up though, between “line” and “field”, I still think it’s line, but everyone is against me. Sentence transformations was ok, not great, but I’m hopeful in those. And the summary was a bit better than usual, but I don’t trust myself there, because it has already happened that I think I’ve done it properly and then that part ends up with a mark like 9/22 or something equally depressing. I hope it won’t this time.
And the I was done, completely mentally exhausted and ready to jump into bed, which I didn’t do. I’m happy it’s over and done with, because it was a ridiculous amount of study for English, but it felt a bit like the end. I’ve been studying English for 10 years non-stop, a bit of that has been self-taught, through books, TV series and the internet I’ve acquired tons of colloquial expressions and the ability to sound quite natural. I’m not going to be doing 2 classes a week of English next year, and for the first time in 8, and I’m certain I’m going to miss it. I’ll be dong french instead, because I need it, but I’m hating it in advance, even though I don’t even know how it’ll go. I’m not planning on losing anything of all that I’ve learned, I’ll keep up the reading and the unsubtitled TV shows, but it’s still weird. English classes had become rather like my comfort zone, that place where I went basically to chat about completely random topics, where I wasn’t embarrassed at all, because I’m a good speaker and usually near the top of the class. it didn’t really feel like a class anymore for the last couple of years, because all that there is grammatically to be learned already has in previous levels. It was all about fluency, pronunciation, intonation, idioms, phrasals and new vocab of all sorts. I’m still happy real holidays are only one more step ahead.
I should be really tired of English right now. I hesitated between writing this thing in Spanish or in English, because, after all, it concerns both (my everyday life, which is generally Spanish, and English for obvious reasons), but this whole thing of the good-bye to my routine English classes made me want to stretch it a bit longer, I guess. So here I am, after writing 700 words of compositions, and answers to 9 different grammar and reading comprehension parts in 2 papers, still writing in English. That IS tolerance.