Saturday, March 10, 2007

Ides of March

If I’d thought my woes would end with February I was very mistaken.(Oh wow, what a nice novel way to start!)
Last day of February – last working day of our college. It was nothing like last days are supposed to be like. It as very boring plain and un interesting. Coz we all knew- its not really the end. There were vivas, MCQs and term-end exams before we get to say goodbye, have a nice summer. To add to that my PPM prof comes and hands me the job to write “her speech for the TY Farewell”. I was also assisting Anuja sell newsletters and was surprised beyond measure to know that it was “sold-out” even before lunch time!!!
I’m not a very good speech writer ~ oratory is not my forte, though I can jam decent enough. Ma’m tells me to write about “her experience with the TYs”, “how she would feel when they would be leaving” and the like.. with the internet to my rescue I come up with somewhat so-so speech and rush back 2 pack and leave for home.
I come home making plans of really doing some productive work, maintaining a healthy exercise regime and crap like that. I ‘d brought back my notes to ‘study’ and almost all of my wardrobe to be given for laundry. The latter was done, the former never took off. Late night internet surfing, chatting, watching movies made sure I never got up before 11 a.m. the rest of the day was spent getting together with friends, watching some more movies and sleeping some more. I stretched about once in the name of exercise.
I ask my friends to help me bungle up my vivas date- its on Monday 5th and I don’t wanna return on 4th (my friend said I was crazy not giving my viva because I didn’t want to return on Sunday) my friend tells the prof another story n I tell her some other story but still she orders me to meet her the afternoon next day. I oblige- catch the earliest bus I could manage, hurry up to the college and without even asking around or exchanging return greetings change into my uniform and all. Then I come to know that our dear ma’m is not well and hence wont come today. Wow! What a day!
Complaining and whining as usual, I somehow get down to copying answers for MCQs from someone’s set and by the end of the day decide that rather than wasting my time copying answers I can just directly read from her set. The only good thing about the whole bloody day was we saw our future flat and were bowled over by it. We just hopped back to our hostel being all happy and excited over shifting next term.
7th March
The day of the MCQs- we’re a set of disorganized, unprepared and mildly indifferent people trying to score the bare minimum so as to ensure that we are passing our internals in all subjects. Accs vivas are scheduled for 2mrw morning. SID had its fest going on so we were way too distracted thinking about a whole lot of things other than our impending doom. By late afternoon we’ve just given up trying to even read those crappy questions. If nothing we’re just gonna resort to doing inky-pinky-ponky-father-had-a-donkey routine or make patterns with the options or jus select only one option- either a,b,c, or d for every answer that we don’t know ( the probability for getting more no. of right answers on this method is more than the others)
My page takes a long while to download and appear- meanwhile I’m helping my friend son either side, telling answers I ‘think’ are right. After an eternity the page does come and I am all set to go. Within 30 minutes or so I’m done and see that Anuja’s still going on.. I wait some more and check recheck ( not that I’d get right answers on rechecking, but heck wat else to do?) the questions like 3-4 times before we both finally get to click “SUBMIT” and get done with this shit.
8th March
Next day- accs vivas. We go in to ask ma’m when to report and find her checking her orkut scraps!!!!!!! 20 minutes she says. We go down for breakfast and find theres nothing but d juice shop open. I get this watermelon juice which is as cold and freezing (or more) as CCD’s Iced Eskimo. Anuja nicely pushes me in to go 1st and Gilby seems very amused at me being his first victim of the day. Gilby jus grilled and grilled me. Killing me softly with his smile and words. Teaching me stuff right there and taking my revision too- during my vivas. Asking every goddamned thing but my topic- time keeping and booking. I guess I was in there forever getting academically screwed. In the end, asks me to do a favor for him( oh yeah right). My friend Anuja goes in. I go down to the job come up in 2 minutes and find her standing outside with her vivas done. I was d only one to be kept in quarantine there.
I have to have to study stats else I’d b backlogged for sure- but then I’ve been watching movies, reading (freakonomics- interesting) writing this.
I’m doomed. But what the heck- do you think it is very interesting to start stats from scratch and do it all by yourself when there are so many distractions and temptations lying around??
Bad excuse- didn’t work. I’m doomed.

1 comment:

  1. I stretched about once in the name of exercise.

    I loved the way you put that sentence..!!!

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