Let us get very frank, exams do not mean anything to me these days. They seem rather clichéd and boring. I am getting immune to such little farces. Cold indifference has taken the place of pre-exam blues. In dime stores and in stations, people talk of situations, read profound-looking books and write quotations, to get through, just through.
Autumns ago, I used to get annoyed, out of sheer ennui. Now, I do not give a damn.
Today was my first exam of the final semester and, well, I am not going to fail in it. I was as unprepared as a piece of new willow, but Chandreyi was there and I scraped through, with more than liberal help from her. It was not a particularly pleasing experience. I hate copying. Call it a cyber-confession, or anything you like.
Except some wonderful moments of real camaraderie, today’s exam was quite a drab one, as usual. We all have exchanged a walk on part in the war, for a lead role in “the cage”.
I wish you were here, oh how I wish you were here!
Today was my first exam of the final semester and, well, I am not going to fail in it. I was as unprepared as a piece of new willow, but Chandreyi was there and I scraped through, with more than liberal help from her. It was not a particularly pleasing experience. I hate copying. Call it a cyber-confession, or anything you like.
Except some wonderful moments of real camaraderie, today’s exam was quite a drab one, as usual. We all have exchanged a walk on part in the war, for a lead role in “the cage”.
I wish you were here, oh how I wish you were here!
2 comments:
you have interesting views, if you don't mind my saying so. just dropping by...or intruding...however you want to look at it.
hahah...copying willingly and yet guilt...so hypocritical...hehehe
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