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Science-Backed Study Tips to Ace Your Exam (+ Free Checklist!)

As we are getting closer to the final season, a lot of us would frantically search for exam study tips and skills to help us better prepare for finals. I have previously covered quite a lot on how to prepare for exams (and I have also got a free email course on how to study for exams effectively. Sign up if you haven’t already), but there is always more tips to add on it! Now, here I am to talk about the following things (with science-backed tips!) that would help you to ace your exam!

The attitude that you should have for exams (and studying)

How you can best prepare and study on the day before the exam (and why you shouldn’t pull an all-nighter)

What you should do the morning of the exam

Download the Printable Here!

- Sabrina | StudentsToolbox.com

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Hufflepuff ; Virgo

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positivity

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Idk (Jan 25, 17)

Wet wisps of washed, weathered women Gradually gather groggily together But before breakfast they begotten They tiptoed terribly quiet And after all gazes were met They were silent.

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(Jan 25, 17)

Scarred hands and bruised flesh, pain is all the same.

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Random 1:30 a.m Ramblings (Jan 25, 17)

Desperately trying to fill the void is misery. You’re doing it all wrong- terribly wrong. You have to work hard. Be kinder. Gentler. Show emotion. Show her you’re there, you’re right beside her. Tell her you care. You want to absorb her struggles like a paper towel; afterward you’ll grow weak and fray at the edges. You’ll split apart and become heavy; soggy-like because you’ve shouldered her pain. Her sorrow. Her tears. How many did you think you could hold in the past of your hands? They are scarred with the smell of sizzling flesh. Fresh wounds impair your touch; she’s sensitive, don’t frighten her. Your calloused hands cannot caress her silky skin. She’s not ready. Block it out. Block it out BLOCK IT OUT! Don’t show her your feelings. Lie. Show her fake happiness, even though you’re crumbling like ruins. Your heart is heavy like lead; sinking into the ocean, unable to stay afloat for much longer. Hold on. Ride it out. She matters. Show her you’re okay. Chest heaves. Breathing slows. In, out. In, out. In….. out. It’s silent. Eerie. Still. She’s alone. She thinks you’ve abandoned her. You’ve left her alone. You messed up. It’s Your fault.

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Walking is Easier than Running (Jan 25,17)

You’re running. Close to out of breath. Wisps of your hair flying around your head; sticking to your forehead from the sweat dripping down. “Almost there. Keep going.” You think to yourself. You trip, now your falling, no longer running. Oh look… you scrapped your knee. Tears sting your eyes from the dull, dragged out pain but you keep it at bay like a constant itch. Wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your shirt, you pull yourself back up and now you’re walking, no longer running, no longer falling. “That’s okay, it’s okay.” You think. You don’t mind walking away from your conflicts.

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