Yes, its true. Exams are here. Its the time of the year when every soul in Oxford gulps down the joy of eating out, the joy of procastination and most importantly, gulps down page after page.Oxford’s tradition has it that one has to dress up in a sub-fusc to write the exam. The irony one does not notice is the expression on one’s face, having dressed up neatly and prim to the exam and not knowing a word on the paper.
My sub-fusc, rented for 50 GBP, is torn on one side and my hat ( or whatever they call it) has an end missing. I now think if studying is any worth for the exam as I will not be allowed to sit for the exam in my rags and “not-so-black” coat and pant.
It funny how exams can psyche the way you think, especially with few weeks to go for D-Day. when you go shopping soon after reading economics, you think of “substitution and income” effects; when you plan to buy clothes, its funny how asset pricing can screw up your happiness by telling you how expensive or “excess premium” one is paying for it. Well, these are the days one has to pass through in addition to the plight of receding hairline.
Best of luck everyone for your exams !
