And, finally, exams are over.
It is weird, how life pauses for exams. These periods of intense revisions become milestones in life, acquiring a pseudo-importance. They stand, atop a glassy edifice, casting an umber shadow on the people milling beneath them.
We plan our lives around them. Meal times after completing 2 chapters on biochemistry. Afternoon naps after plowing through twenty pages of the financial accounting notes. A trip to Bali (or Batam, depending on your budget) to commemorate a successful slaying of the proverbial giant.
They mark an important phase in life - or, at least, appears to.
A director from StanChart recently advised me over an email:
Is it fair or proper or expected that exams have such powers over us? Fair, not. Proper, not. And expected... unfortunately yes.
It is weird, how life pauses for exams. These periods of intense revisions become milestones in life, acquiring a pseudo-importance. They stand, atop a glassy edifice, casting an umber shadow on the people milling beneath them.
We plan our lives around them. Meal times after completing 2 chapters on biochemistry. Afternoon naps after plowing through twenty pages of the financial accounting notes. A trip to Bali (or Batam, depending on your budget) to commemorate a successful slaying of the proverbial giant.
They mark an important phase in life - or, at least, appears to.
A director from StanChart recently advised me over an email:
Grades are not the most important, Uni is a time to expand your mind.Exams. They're really puzzling phenomenon. Most people say that these papers aren't important and, yet, they buckle down to study when the clock chimes. I suppose that I'm one of these people, a Bourgeois tragedy perhaps. Maybe an irony, a paradox and a hypocrisy?
Is it fair or proper or expected that exams have such powers over us? Fair, not. Proper, not. And expected... unfortunately yes.
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In these moments, we're reduced to strings of matric numbers.
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