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Thursday, September 13, 2007
Obliviate!

And so it is done. The dratted End Terms. The bane of student and currently, those here. It was over in a flash. But the preparation seemed an eternity. At the end of it all, I don't remember a single thing I've learnt. All that I can recall are the innumerable teas and coffees, the pilfering of Dairy Milk bars, the air conditioning while taking the tests freezing your pee, the lack of it while mugging, the pointless discussions, the creative and unending stream of curses that flow between guys after the tests, the shirk of shoulders, the load of porn (Mom, I am sorry. I did not mean to. Or did I?) the teeny-weeny bits of shut-eye that we got, the smell of chicken Maggi and of course my girlfriend's occasional pep talk that does as much damage as a tanker on a flower bed.
         Anyway, it is done and over. I know it will come again. Viva, l'testis*!

PS: I am guaranteeing a better post next time. I was high when I wrote this. In fact, I have no recollection at all of writing. Sheesh. Which idiot will want to write exams? It is a prisoner's dilemma.

*ain't that the way how the French pronounce tests?

Posted at 05:42 pm by sirpy

Atticus
September 26, 2007   05:25 AM PDT
 
Was following the long trail of people who have commented on my blog over the years and came here... Glad to see you are still very much at it...

Reminds me of my Cal days... First few sems of mugging and then the rest full of insightful cribs against the system, daaru and general wasting away...
 

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