I must admit
that after two years of claiming to have every weekend ruined by an exam the
following week, I find life extremely boring without them. I always thought
that whoever came up with the idea of formalised tests must have been an evil,
miserable person. I was suitably elated when my exams ended this week and proudly declared that they are “over forever.”
However, when I
struggled to come up with a birthday surprise for a friend, I sighed and
realised how “naturally” the idea would have formed itself in my head if I were
to have an exam the next day. It really brings out the best in me in every
aspect other than the subject matter of the exam. I don't feel motivated to do anything anymore because I no longer feel like I'm engaging in shenanigans. I try to fool myself into believing that I should be studying so that I can enjoy the things I usually spend my time on.
As you draw close to an exam,
every second of your time is so valuable, so precious that you feel rather
kingly about squandering it. Without exams, wasting time is the equivalent of being a
useless lout – nobody cares about your time anyway. Just as stolen
apples taste better, time always seems well-spent when it is misallocated.
Watching TV when you’re supposed to be studying is a lot of fun when you’re negotiating
with your conscience for another hour’s break. Watching TV because you don’t
have anything else to do is just sad.
In fact, exams
are worth taking just for the joy of having them end – that goofy, incomparable
feeling when you realise that you can stop pretending to study.
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