I think examinations are a blessing in disguise. They are a chance for you to catch up on all the little things that you've been meaning to do but never really gotten around to doing - liking watching the sunset, reading that book, playing name-place-animal-thing with you silly kid brother... in short, a time for reflection and introspection, a time for strengthening family ties. You begin to live each day as though it were your last. You catch yourself helping old ladies across the street and zealously muttering ``...for I may never pass this way again'' under your breath. You begin to appreciate things like raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.

Life becomes pure and unalloyed, it is a time for spiritual upliftment and soul cleansing. It is a return to innocence. You realise that things like Calculus and Macro Economics are inconsequential in the larger scheme of things, and that the free, unshackled life is the only life. Revelling in this new freedom, you consider becoming a hippie and joining a commune, amazed that all these profound thoughts never struck you before.

But there is always fly in the ointment, a caterpillar in the cauliflower. Mother is not impressed by my new philosophy. She sums up my new found spirituality, my enlightenment and revelation into one derogatory word - PROCRASTINATION, and it's back to the Calculus and the Macro Economics.