The Days Of Our Lives

I gave my last midsem for a long long time yesterday and what a relief it was. Since I have no immediate plans of continuing my higher studies, my tryst with examinations would come to an end after 2 more months when I would be having a last look at those sheets of printed paper which have managed to torture me slowly yet painfully for more than 18 years now.

Now, although I am a budding Computer Science Engineer, my present semester courses have been hand-picked to be the easiest, most non-technical courses available, one of them being Cognitive Psychology. Why this course is taught to us Computer people is beyond the scope of my comprehension, but thank God for that!!!

Now I have never been a 100% attendance student (except in school when there were incentives to do so ) but I particularly enjoy this course's lectures. One main reason of that being, that the course is being taught by this dude -

Mind you, this is not a morphed photograph. It is an actual pic put up by the prof on his website for all to see.

Moving on, I usually keep a low profile in most lectures and prefer to sleep on one of the back-benches but this time I couldn't but help being noticed by this dude. And this was because of the fact that I naively told one of my friends to proxy for me when I decided to bunk one of his lectures. Most of the time it is a petty and harmless crime, that is unless you get caught; which is exacly what happened to me, unfortunately. So there I was, sitting in front of this prof, when he called me to come and meet him. Things turned out quite nice actually when in the end, not only was I able to convince him that I had a credible reason to bunk that day's lecture, but I also expertly manipulated the situation to make it look like someone was out to do me harm by signing for me falsely. All this while, holding back my laughter.

Anyway, during the midsem exam, it so happened that I had not studied much for the course. (I am about to pass out, the last thing I care about right now is my grades!) So the question paper was a complete surprise to me. I tried to answer quicky and concisely (esp. since I did not know what to write) and was over with my paper in about half an hour. The allotted time for the paper was 2 hours. As much as I wanted to run out of the exam hall, being the first one to leave usually implies that either you knew it all and you cracked the paper or you knew nothing and the paper cracked you. Hence, I did what the other guys sitting in the hall were doing, I waited for someone to get up before me. So there we were, some 20 of us looking at each other, waiting for someone to make that first move. Needless to say, for the next 10 mins, nobody moved.

In the meantime, my restlessness was noticed by the prof who was wandering about amusing himself looking at students' answers. The fact that he remembered our previous rendezvous was established by that devilish smile on this face as he approached me. Then all of a sudden he went "So, how is the paper?" and the only thing that could come from my mouth was "Uhm...who me?". Then all of a sudden I looked at the question paper was if looking for the first time and then gave a much more sober "Its OK" reply. A few raised eyebrows later he moved on down the hall.

If that wasn't enough, at that very instance of time, some girl sitting in front of me asked for a supplement answer sheet. That was the last straw!!! I had barely managed to fill in 3 1/2 pages of crap and this chick had completed 14 full pages and wanted to write more. Without a care in the world and without thinking of the "who's gonna get up first" game, I stormed out of the examination hall.

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