The first event happened last week, and was the final two days of the tuition course for my latest ACCA accountancy exam. The exam I am taking is ‘Corporate governance and ethics’. Compared to most of the papers that I’ve taken, this is a ‘wordy’ paper. I haven’t done an essay-based exam since my last history paper at university, and it’s certainly taken me out of my comfort zone.
We had a very interesting debate on the arguments for and against capital punishment, and later went on to discuss several prominent corporate frauds such as Barings Bank, Parmalat and Enron. It’s been nice to be able to discard my calculator for once and do some proper writing again. Hopefully I won’t leave it so many years next time.
The other event to herald the beginning of summer was my cricket team’s first match of the season on Sunday.
Sadly, this didn’t go as well as the exam tuition. Without going to far into too many details, we got hammered. Humiliated. Right royally stuffed. All cricketers spend the months between October and March dwelling wistfully on the memories of the previous season and dreaming of the great exploits of the season to come. Unfortunately all my visions of a heroic start to the new season came to a sudden stop after the third ball of the innings, and I faced the inevitable, long, trudge back to the clubhouse to start looking forward to the next game.
So there we are. My summer. Exams and cricket. What I’m going to do once the exams are all over, I don’t yet know. All that extra time on my hands not spent studying will no doubt lead to a life of petty crime. Any suggestions of an exam-replacement hobby will be gratefully received.
Next week I’ll be umpiring my first game of the season (against our local rivals, so I’m looking forward to being called a cheating so-and-so many times) and spending my evening stuck in textbooks. Here’s hoping it rains.
We had a very interesting debate on the arguments for and against capital punishment, and later went on to discuss several prominent corporate frauds such as Barings Bank, Parmalat and Enron. It’s been nice to be able to discard my calculator for once and do some proper writing again. Hopefully I won’t leave it so many years next time.
The other event to herald the beginning of summer was my cricket team’s first match of the season on Sunday.
Sadly, this didn’t go as well as the exam tuition. Without going to far into too many details, we got hammered. Humiliated. Right royally stuffed. All cricketers spend the months between October and March dwelling wistfully on the memories of the previous season and dreaming of the great exploits of the season to come. Unfortunately all my visions of a heroic start to the new season came to a sudden stop after the third ball of the innings, and I faced the inevitable, long, trudge back to the clubhouse to start looking forward to the next game.
So there we are. My summer. Exams and cricket. What I’m going to do once the exams are all over, I don’t yet know. All that extra time on my hands not spent studying will no doubt lead to a life of petty crime. Any suggestions of an exam-replacement hobby will be gratefully received.
Next week I’ll be umpiring my first game of the season (against our local rivals, so I’m looking forward to being called a cheating so-and-so many times) and spending my evening stuck in textbooks. Here’s hoping it rains.
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