Exams' demise is way off the mark

GYMNASTICS is not my thing. For example, as a kid I was never very good at doing a forward roll. When invited to perform this basic move by my barking PT teacher, I would fall forward with the suppleness of a sack of potatoes falling off the back of a farmer's truck and end up lying on my back looking at the mad bulging eyes of aforementioned PT teacher.

With his jugular veins at serious risk of exploding from his capstan-like neck, it was not the right time to tell him that I thought I had got the address position right, that I had kept my knees together, that I had successfully placed my head on th...