

A lesson in the examination hall
It was my first exam in college as an undergrad. I had taken up English literature as my major, and in those days, the entire assessment was conducted through ‘final exams’ at the end of the academic year. I had worked hard through the year, preparing my notes, attending all the classes for the papers I was writing selectively, and had enjoyed the process. So, I found myself in a room full of classmates, reasonably confident that all would go ok. The exam was three hours long