Exams are over. Hooray?

My exams are over. But I don’t feel necessarily that great. The atmosphere around me, in Currie Hall, is still relatively tense, as most haven’t ended their exams.

People expect me to feel great: because my exams are over; because the pressure’s off; because I can do whatever I want; because I’m free.

I, too — sometimes — expect to feel that way.

Why, then, do I not?

For the most part I’m just pretending to be as happy as I am. I try to play the role. I have an obligation to show others what ending one’s exam should be like.

The examinations cocoon you in the world of academia, and you are given a license to ignore the rest of the world. But the moment you end your examinations, you realise that that’s the time you have to start thinking of problems beyond.

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And when most of your friends are busy studying for exams when you’re not? It’s awkward. And uncomfortable.

They envy me.

I envy them.

*sigh*

(People may not be as happy as you think they are.)