Aaaaaaaaah, the sun. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh, that horribly bright shining hot thing hanging in the sky. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh, how you burn us. How you shine benevolently over our little Earth, giving Antarctican seals something to look at while simultaneously burning the hapless Sri Lankans to a crisp. Aaaaah. You make us sweat. Your turn fair skins dark and dark skins purple. Rich people ...

Exams. Done. What next? A career. The first week feels odd. It takes a while for the facts to sink in: you’re out of school. No more grades, no more term tests, no more sequential progression: heck, you can’t even complain about the teachers anymore. A/Ls are basically a cutting of ties and telling the student: here, we’re done with ...