The perfect number

When it comes to exams, one might just be the perfect number. It is midsem week and I had one paper today: Quantum Computing. I did have a Humanities paper as well, last week, but that doesn't count, does it?
I remember frantically mugging for papers with A and G, at the last possible minute, memorizing formulae using mnemonics and no common sense, sitting cross legged on a mess table and explaining Thermodynamics, and gigglingly trying to decipher sleepily scribbled notes. There was none of that this year, I was alone. All the juniors were mugging and the hostel was unusually quiet. I procrastinated till the very last minute, but managed about three hours of cramming and went alone to the department I wrote the paper and submitted it with a flourish, ten minutes before time.
Now, at the end of my college career I discover that I quite like giving papers. Or perhaps, I like giving one paper, in the middle of a long week of inactivity. It's comforting to know that not all my brain cells have died, given the idleness they've been subjected to. It's gentle fun to me mucking about with equations, this is after all, what I once thought I'd be doing for a career.