The final exams have begun. Everyone’s stressed but me. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not showing off about my nonchalance. It’s just that I hardly see the point of going nuts over something which will cease to matter in a few months. What works best for me is freaking out in the last 10 hours left before the exam in which I call up all my friends and make them wonder why they’re friends with me in the first place. I remember a senior telling me in first year that these exams are a farce and ever since then I can’t seem to be able to get that thought out of my head. I have good reason to believe it as well, having experienced the system’s flaws first hand. Thankfully for me, they worked out in my favour.
Anyhow, the preparation has begun. This for me usually means sorting out the huge bundle of notes accumulated over the past year and sorting them into piles of the various subjects they belong to. Then about four of the neatest tutorials will be selected from the piles and I will read them and go and give the paper. It’s a very risky business, because sometimes (more often than not) it may happen that the questions I prepare don’t come and then I’m seen sitting in a hot and stuffy classroom, face propped up on elbows, staring around me at the walls for inspiration. I usually manage to come up with something plausible and sometimes, if I’m not too lazy the answer may relate to the question as well!
Usually my classmates and I compete to see who will leave the room first and whoever does waits outside for the rest to join him or her for lunch or a banta and discuss the sad state of affairs (answer sheet) that we have left behind. Needless to say we are unanimous in our very vocal disapproval of the question paper. We never allow ourselves to feel that it may have been our lax nature in preparing for the exam that has left us dissatisfied. No, we always choose to vent (and rightly so) against the system. Sometimes, it even goes onto the way they’ve taught us since childhood (faulty educational techniques) and usually ends with a harmless debate on reservations in which even the SC, ST category friends join in with great gusto. The irony lies in the fact that with or without reservations we hardly match up to the expected standards.
Anyhow, have decided to end this here because of lack of a coherent thought process. Besides, I must get back to pretending to study because how else will I prove to the world that I’m an Indian student. It’s supposed to be second nature for me to sit hunched over my books and slog.
This blog is dedicated to my classmates, the graduating class of B.A. History Honours, 2009. As everyone is saying to me these days (not like it ever helps), best of luck and do well. Cheers!
Anyhow, the preparation has begun. This for me usually means sorting out the huge bundle of notes accumulated over the past year and sorting them into piles of the various subjects they belong to. Then about four of the neatest tutorials will be selected from the piles and I will read them and go and give the paper. It’s a very risky business, because sometimes (more often than not) it may happen that the questions I prepare don’t come and then I’m seen sitting in a hot and stuffy classroom, face propped up on elbows, staring around me at the walls for inspiration. I usually manage to come up with something plausible and sometimes, if I’m not too lazy the answer may relate to the question as well!
Usually my classmates and I compete to see who will leave the room first and whoever does waits outside for the rest to join him or her for lunch or a banta and discuss the sad state of affairs (answer sheet) that we have left behind. Needless to say we are unanimous in our very vocal disapproval of the question paper. We never allow ourselves to feel that it may have been our lax nature in preparing for the exam that has left us dissatisfied. No, we always choose to vent (and rightly so) against the system. Sometimes, it even goes onto the way they’ve taught us since childhood (faulty educational techniques) and usually ends with a harmless debate on reservations in which even the SC, ST category friends join in with great gusto. The irony lies in the fact that with or without reservations we hardly match up to the expected standards.
Anyhow, have decided to end this here because of lack of a coherent thought process. Besides, I must get back to pretending to study because how else will I prove to the world that I’m an Indian student. It’s supposed to be second nature for me to sit hunched over my books and slog.
This blog is dedicated to my classmates, the graduating class of B.A. History Honours, 2009. As everyone is saying to me these days (not like it ever helps), best of luck and do well. Cheers!
