Diary of an MW student – part 26, the exam!

Completing the MW exams wasn’t quite the death of me, but a post-mortem is nonetheless the most apt phrase. The lurid task of picking over the bones of such draining work proves morbidly irresistible. It began within moments of our final paper, when our corpus of students staggered together, half-zombies, half-vultures, to be anointed with a flute of champagne and to digest the freshly unveiled crib of the exam wines.

Incidentally, I must be guarded, since examinees remain anonymous to examiners, and nothing should be disclosed that might identify my work. And just in case there are any examiners reading...