Thursday, September 13, 2007
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*!
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?