
The above photo was sent to me for reference by a friend who had her exam a few years ago. That is how they divided the questions into parts. All in all, there are 94 items.

I have been ranting the past day on this post why am I not receiving my result yet. It was a depressing day for me, I was stressing out.
The next day, to my surprise, the result of my exam finally arrived. There's no way yet to see the result because my husband and I agreed that we will look at it together.
My result was there but I still needed to wait for another three hours before my husband wakes up.
Finally, the time has come. We looked at it together, and we were both happy to see perfect scores on all of the three parts. Who would have thought? There were almost 100 items included in the test. I had an hour and a half to answer them. And I passed all of them.
Being alone at our apartment, I actually thought that I will celebrate this achievement alone. The next day, my mom called asking me if I need anything. They will visit me and give supplies like vegetables they harvested in their garden.
Few hours later, here they come.


I have been waiting for the result of my Dutch exam. It has been a month and nine days now since I took it. And I am so desperate. I tried to defocus myself from waiting to taking. care of plants, which I just recently did, because of the expenses I had. the past months. Just imagine being home, having swab tests, staying in a hotel, going to Manila using a private rented van, getting all these documents and stuff, costed a lot of money, in just two months.
Now that I have some spares, I bought plants from the cheapest I can find. I would have felt very guilty if I will spend a lot on plants. But I am happy with my purchases. There's now a spider plant, a peace lily, a. philodendron, and a golden pothos. I've also. purchased little pots for the cactus I gave my husband four years ago, and the baby aloe vera I got from a friend's house.
I want to release my stress to these plants but I am actually being so stressed about how I could take care of them. Back in the Netherlands, there's this specific plant that my mom-in-law keeps on buying because it keeps on dying. I hope it will not happen to my plants.
Like what I mentioned, it has been the sixth day of waiting and I haven't heard anything from the immigration or the department of education yet. It is not the waiting that makes me anxious, it is also the result if I will pass or I need to retake the test again. If I need to do it again, then it will take a while again and again until I receive the result.
Well, that's how my life is going now. I only stay at home while waiting, also waiting for the day to pass by so quickly.
I hope I will find inspiration soon and relive my happiness again. It's just so sad to be separated from my husband in this difficult times.
It has been a week. I am still anxious. I've heard horror stories. Speaking was the hardest part.
Last week, I gathered up all my courage and went to the embassy for my Dutch exam. I was very nervous. Well, even now. The room was filled with the cold air that punctures my skin. Though I was just the only one in the room, I feel as if someone's looking at me. One computer, a chair, and a set of headphones. Those are all I had inside.
The lady explained to me what to do. I tried to listen very carefully but the mask blocked her voice that I cannot pick up some of what she said. Anyways, I proceeded. The first part was speaking. I felt a little bit confident on that one. I just wish I spoke clearly and loudly, for I am not in the mood to retake that part.
Then it was reading. That was the hardest. The first two parts were easy, but the last one was reading comprehension. There were some words that I am not familiar with. I was skeptical.
Last was the knowledge of Dutch society. It was okay. I know I had one mistake, which I terribly regretted answering. I know it was not right but I still pursued it.
I have checked all the questions when I got home.
My travel time was only an hour and a few minutes, which normally takes me two or more. There were not many cars on the highway.
Today, a friend shared her results, she did not pass the speaking. My heart pounded again. Thoughts started to enter my head, what if I did not pass the speaking as well? What if I need to retake again? I will be a total embarrassment. I do not want to do it again.
Waiting for the result was the hardest. Imagine spending eight weeks just to know that you will fail. What a heart ache!
