Today I realised — entirely out of nowhere — that I can't remember my student number any more.
I don't know why this surprised me. It has been an entire decade since I graduated from uni,1 after all, and it's not like I've needed to know said number even once since then. But that number marked everything to do with my days for so long, I quoted it so often, I scrawled it on papers and assignments and theses, that it felt like it was part of my DNA.
And now I don't even remember when I forgot it.
(I wonder what the memory cells dedicated to remembering my student number have now been put to use remembering in its place?)
- actually, this month marks the decade – hey, lookit that [↩]