As in the aftermath of most exams, I end up feeling acutely aware of my stupidity.

Stark contrast to the me in my favourite childhood story, the one my dad loves retelling:

(Mind you, I was already a geek back then, bespectacled and lugging books everywhere.)

Preschool teacher: Class, what's this colour?

Class, collectively and enthusiastically: Blue!!

4 year old me, precociously: No!

Preschool teacher: Hm? It is blue.

Me, insistently: No, it's navy blue. And the other one is sky blue.

Preschool teacher: zOMG.

Life was a lot easier when expectations were lower. For now, it's back to burning the midnight oil.