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oliviamstudy · 1 year
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tips for gcses
revision-wise do what works best for YOU. teachers might be asking you to do practice questions, and your friends may be making 100s of flashcards, but if doing a simple mindmap helps you more than anything else, do that. i always felt like i wasnt revising enough but still did well
look at the structure for prev exams to know what to expect. this will help your revision and what to expect long answers on so you can revise it more
youtube videos are a massive help!! i recommend waking up 30 mins early to watch some youtube videos about some topics youre still unsure on the morning of the exam
dont be discouraged if you think you've done bad!! i told my teacher at the end of every paper we did that ive done awful, found it insanely difficult and for her to lower her expectations and i ended up getting an 8!!
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g-xix · 4 months
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Anyone done their GCSE's???
Revising for GCSEs rn and particularly for igcse edexcel english if anyone has any notes for english lit (anthology poems particularly) plaeeezzz get in touch, im absolutely horrid with revising for english n need some help w the essay plans particularly
Please and thankyou!! <333
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Edexcel Psychology A Level
Tips for Exams
The practical investigation and research methods of each section are not included, however if you have any questions regarding either of these please feel free to leave a message or comment. Good luck with your studies
Social
Content
Agency Theory
Social Impact Theory
Milgram's Study
Variations of Milgram
Factors Affecting Obedience
Social Identity Theory
Realistic Conflict Theory
Factors Affecting Prejudice
Studies
Classic - Sherif
Contemporary - Burger
Key Question
Cognitive
Content
Multi-Store Memory Model
Working Memory Model
Tulving's Long Term Memory
Reconstructive Memory
Individual Differences
Developmental Psychology
Studies
Classic - Baddeley
Contemporary - Sebastian and Hernandez-Gil
Key Question
Biological
Content
Neurotransmitters
Effect of Recreational Drugs
Structure of Brain
Role of Evolution
Freud's Psychodynamic Theory
Role of Hormones
Studies
Classic - Raine
Contemporary - Brendgen
Key Question
Learning Theories
Content
Classical Conditioning
Operant Conditioning
Social Learning Theory
Bobo Doll Experiment 1961/63
Bobo Doll Experiment 1965
Phobias and Treatments
Studies
Classic - Watson and Rayner
Contemporary - Becker
Key Question
Clinical
Content
Diagnosis of Mental Disorders
Classification Systems:
International Classification of Diseases
Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders
Reliability and Validity
Schizophrenia
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Treatments
Studies
Rosenhan's Sane in Insane Places
Carlsson's Schizophrenia
Masellis' OCD
Key Question
Criminal
Content
Brain Injuries
Amygdala
XYY Syndrome
Sham Rage
Personality Disorders
Eysenck's Personality Theory
Hormones
Neurotransmitters
Labelling and Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
Social Learning Theory
Cognitive Interview
Psychological Formulations
Cognitive Behavioural Treatment
Hormone Treatment
Eye-Witness Testimony
Jury Decision Making
Studies
Loftus and Palmer 's Leading Questions
Bradbury and Williams' Race and JDM
Key Question
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genblog4 · 2 years
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y’know when you open your (triple edexcel) chemistry paper and it wants you to DEDUCE and explain your DEDUCTIONS like bitch do i look like sherlock holmes to you
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ikeasupremacy · 6 months
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"Write about a lonely experience you or someone you know had." - Edexcel GSCE English
i hate creative writing and i need to do it for my gcse so i did a 40 minute practice today and i thought this might make a cute post as some general imaginative writing bcs my english teacher liked it :3 1.2k words, warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of verbal abuse.
To my dearest Emilia,
I disagree with your letter. There is nothing I hate more than the feeling of nostalgia. In some of the literature I have been fortunate enough to obtain from my husband, nostalgia is depicted as a sweet emotion. Warm memories to look back on with a certain fondness that it seems I simply do not possess. In reality, we share opposing perspectives; there is nothing sweet, nor warm, nor fond about nostalgia.
Nostalgia is nothing more than a bitter void of memorabilia one can never return to. You can kick, scream, beg, cry, claw, scratch, yet our gracious God will never let us go back in time. It is something I feel that I will forever grapple with, during those quiet, bone-chilling moments when I am laying in bed, with nothing to distract me from this lust thoughts for these times I shall never return to. I will never again hear my mother’s laugh. I will never again feel the crisp Autumnal chill of my childhood home’s gardens.
A story I look back on with utmost bitterness, is that of a man. I tell you this tale solely because I have utmost trust in your judgement and your secrecy, within the right that once you have read this letter, it will not meet the gaze of any other person within your household, or God permit, the eyes of anyone else on this Earth.
My Emilia, beware of the married men. They will attempt to seduce you. It is a lie. They will lie, and they will lie, and the moment you even consider a facet of his lies to be truth, you will be trapped within his web, alike to the spider and the fly. We are their prey, and you cannot afford to let yourself be swept up within their tomfoolery. Men are often the downfall of the women of our time, as we are boundlessly trusting to their manipulation due to the nature of our female friendships and the echo chambers of our fathers. I am unsure about your father’s attitiudes towards boys, but mine restricted every potential interaction I could possibly have with one. As a matured woman, I of course now sympathise with his intent, however it had the domino effect of my naivety surrounding the nature of a man.
Further, men are immune to the scandalous nature of a relationship out of wedlock. While the woman they have sullied ends up forever tainted by the ghost of his touch, the shame of her child, knocked down from grace, he remains on his high horse. The very woman whom he laid his hands on, he now treats as an unclean animal, unworthy of respect, looked upon with disdain.
The man who seduced me is irrelevant. His identity is not something you need to know. He was everything I could have wanted. He told me I was his dove, his one and only, even offered me his hand in marriage. With the nature of my family, of course, this was all behind closed doors. He showed his truth one single time, and I let him have me, the clandestine nature of the event leaving me in silent, yet ineffable happiness. I had finally subverted my father’s dictator-like nature, the teenage thrill of rebellion as intoxicating as the most potent drug. At the age you are, I assume you will be able to understand this sentiment better than I could ever describe it now. He showed his truth to me that one single time, a stolen intimacy more valuable than anything I had ever posessed before. Pearls, diamonds, mansions, within my mind they all paled in comparison at the thought of being able to call this man, mine. This artwork of a man, this masterpiece, he was my everything. I don’t expect you to understand the nature of love yet. But, it is fervent. It is addictive. It is only when you feel it, yourself, that you can even begin to fathom why those in the poems, and the books, lost their minds for it, fought the wars for it, because I would have fought a war for him.
Love is sweet. But being denied it, is where my bitterness arises from. I noticed as my menstrual cycle did not come the following month, nor the month after that. And within my naive trust, I told him this. Still now, looking back on these events, within my head, I did everything right. I did everything right. Yet, he shunned me. He shamed me. He swore at me, told me the baby couldn’t possibly be his. It was a child out of wedlock, I had betrayed his trust, every word he said destroying the masterpiece of an impression he had built for himself, crumbling, falling apart, as the tears streamed from my eyes.
My child only grew. I still lived with my parents, and there was no plausible way for me to justify myself. Even then, when they inevitably found out, they too treated me with the judging stares, and the pitying looks from my handmaidens feel burned into my eyelids. I missed your Aunt Jemima’s wedding, for a child whom I did not even have.
I will admit what I have admitted to nobody else, within this letter, now. When I gave birth to this child, the excruciating nine months later, I had already planned out how I was going to frame its’ death. The maidens would have found her within her cot, no longer breathing. The ghost of my hands would lay upon her red neck, a fallen shelf upon the cot. And if that did not work, she would wake up during the night crying, covered within the lesions of cowpox, carefully extracted from those of an infected milkmaid.
Yet, the child was stillborn. As I was expected to by society, I wore black. I mourned. I withdrew myself from them all, and I wasn’t missed by a single one of them. But it was not my child I was mourning. I felt nothing towards that lump of flesh. When it left my uterus, and I cradled it within my arms, this breathless, blood-coated creature, I felt no semblance of motherly tenderless. Not one drop of it. Rather, the impulse I held back was that of to throw it onto the floor, without a second regard, and wash myself immediately. I did not mourn my child, I mourned my freedom. I mourned the loss of my girlhood. My acceptance in society. The days of innocence, when I could walk among the streets of London, among our fellow nobles, and recieve not one judging stare.
It may be twenty years later, but I feel no nostalgia for the love I held during that time. I feel no fondness, no warmth, and although I will not deny the brief moments of calm, the fingertip brush of love that I almost held within my palms, there is nothing but hate in my heart for that time, and nothing but resent within me for what I was put through, by no fault of my own. While there are certainly moments on which I may look back on, the reminder of how life was before I was tainted acts as nothing but a crippling comparison to how I have been treated by this society ever since.
Negate nostalgia, Emilia. Do not engage with it. If you forget every exchange or letter we have ever sent, let this be the one you recall with vivid emotion. Whether it be for your mother’s laugh, the crisp Autumnal air, or for your first love, nostalgia is not an emotion to be reckoned with lightly. It is soul-destroying, and do not speak of it as any less.
Yours forevermore,
Aunt Kate.
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a/n : HAHAHAH I FEEL LIKE ITS SO BLOCKY AND WEIRD BUT MY ENGLISH TEACHER SAID IT WOULD GET ME A GOOD MARK SO HERE WE ARE! also if you can catch the taylor swift references tell me aha
Goodnight Mis Amigos
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thekittyburger · 11 months
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I don't think the higher maths exam was that bad to be honest, compared to the atrocity that was paper 1
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gcsememesarchived · 2 years
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if I ever see a circle again I WILL spontaneously combust and it’s all edexcel’s fault
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hieoeo · 11 months
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i found maths p2 surprisingly easy. except for the last question. wtf was that.
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25-05-22
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i had my maths gcse a few days ago - it was an utter disaster. i did 26 past papers to prepare, i thought i'd get a 9 since i knew the material inside-out. lucky for me (and everyone taking the GCSE), edexcel lobbed us with the hardest maths paper to date, even though they claimed it would be easier this year 🙂. i did every single non-calculator paper from the new syllabus and i've never seen anything like this. there were 6 super-hard questions in there when there's usually only one, and the last question was impossible to do. teachers and university students who LITERALLY STUDY MATHS apparently struggled with it. at least the grade boundaries will be super low.
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kavyahatesyou · 1 year
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someone tell me how to not fail geography gcse bc I'm actually losing it rn
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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year
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To anyone who’s doin their IAL and GCSE exams i hope you do well and get the results you want!
!!GOOD LUCK YALL!!
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adolfkittler420 · 2 years
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Yes that's my fb account 😂
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thedoubleas · 2 years
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Maintenance calories: 2000
Todays calories: 1282
Calorie deficit: - 718 cal
Ran 5miles ~ 500cal deficit
Looking forward to cutting down farther each day!!!
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further-from-maths · 2 years
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HAPPY RESULTS DAY!
I believe in us!!! :))) We’ve worked hard! We deserve success!
now GO GET YOUR COOL RESULTS PAPER!!! 👏👏👏
- Flash :)
(another post coming tonight!)
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genblog4 · 2 years
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does anyone else feel like the edexcel biology gcse was too easy or
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lochee · 2 years
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gcses are here...
...hey guys... wanna talk??!?!?
good luck guys and ik if you put in the hardwork you’ll ace it!! <3
remember to take breaks, and if you need a laugh, hop onto #gcses2022 on twt :-)
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