Right through school, I enjoyed exams. People found that odd, so I often did not confess that I loved exams.
I loved the excited anticipation just before exams.
I loved that clean, fresh uniform. (Somehow, the exam uniform stays cleaner than a regular day’s uniform.)
I loved the light bag with barely any books in it.
I loved the last-minute discussion of all those tiny little doubts.
I loved the hurried revision one second before the examiner walked in.
And in college, I loved the feeling of finishing early and walking out – sometimes an hour before my friends. Freedom!
Today, I was invigilator. I felt all those familiar feelings and then, like a stone sinking within me, I grew bored.
I miss being on the other side of the table.
Watching an exam is nowhere near as inspiring as writing it.