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The Days Of Our Lives

The past...the present...the future!

Ever sat through....

 
...an exam which left you wondering whether you were at some other examination centre, giving the wrong exam?

Today was my first such experience (and hopefully my last one at that.) Today's paper was something out of the Twilight Zone - eerie music and all - seriously. The first thing I did, after going through the questions, was look around to make sure that I was in the right classroom. The second thing I did was look at the header of the exam paper, wishing to God that the professor goofed up his exam paper with that of some other course. Unfortunately, it just wasn't my day today.

One good thing about being in the final year is that it makes one care very little about these things. I was hardy panicking, even though I should have been. Instead, I kicked off my shoes and sat there - even humming a little tune to myself. Lately I've realised that life is more than just sitting in some dark and dingy room, all tensed, writing an exam. Thats why these days I make it a point to sit at the very end of the classroom - near the window - so that I'm never far from escaping to my own reality.
 
This entry was posted on Friday, November 18, 2005 at 12:52 PM.
 
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Saturday, November 19, 2005 9:51:00 AM Posted by Blogger Slim

thats the beauty of fourth year... u can screw up exams and still rationalize. nothing seems to be a big deal anymore :)    



Saturday, November 19, 2005 9:57:00 AM Posted by Blogger GrasshopperBoy

well put my final year frnd...well put!    



Saturday, November 19, 2005 10:39:00 AM Posted by Blogger Highway Star

saale b.techs X-(
i too wanna act all cool and easy about exams!!    



Saturday, November 19, 2005 12:01:00 PM Posted by Blogger Slim

sidey DD... ek saal baith kar sadte rehna :))    



Saturday, November 19, 2005 3:49:00 PM Posted by Blogger Mona

thanks for the comment on my blog, come back any time... i like your alot, too    



Saturday, November 19, 2005 10:28:00 PM Posted by Blogger Highway Star

sidey!!
we'll see when you work your ass off and I'd be here with all the time on the planet to do (or not do) anything    



Sunday, November 20, 2005 12:55:00 AM Posted by Blogger GrasshopperBoy

sidey, we will be earning big bucks when u will be "sado-ifying"....btech degrees rule!!    



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