My tryst with examinations started when I was going to Class-1. The teacher pulled out a vegetables chart, pointed out to ladies finger and asked me “What is it called?” I answered “Vendakkai”. The lady was very disappointed with my dismal performance; she informed my mom that I’ll have to study Junior First instead of the usual Class-1, because I had “under-developed speech abilities”. This incident stands out as the most comical in my life till date, and I keep telling my mom, “Amma if she’d asked me what 1+1 is, she would have happily told you that your daughter was unfit for school”.
I was a kid who flatly refused to go to school. I had to be cajoled every morning, pushed out of bed, and getting ready was a herculean task. I had a hanky pinned to my pinafore, a bottle of Complan to give me company, and a bag which was twice my size. Slowly I started enjoying school, and the only thing I hated about the system was - “exams”.
KG to Primary, middle school, High school, Class-10, Class-12, under-grad, and now post-grad- WHEW!! It’s been one rollercoaster of a ride. Every time I cross a hurdle I look up to the stars and thank them. The only person who refuses to believe that I’m done with exams is my Mom. To her, I’m still that little kid, who rolled on the floor refusing to get ready, or that kid who came running towards the gate after being made to sit in a class. Yeah, I’ve been a prat, and I think I’m still one, but a little more responsible now.
Looking back, I’ll miss those classroom sessions.. Gitu and I were discussing how uncomfortable the desks in different engineering blocks were, and I said, “Macha, I prefer the desks in SoMCA, they’re so nice and comfy, you can just spread your arms and sleep”. She replied back saying, “Girl, those days are over now”. Hmmm yeah! They’re over… :(
It suddenly feels like being cut off the umbilical cord, I’ve been so used to. It was so comfortable sitting in class, sleeping away to glory, taking down notes and when I pleased, poking fun at people, clicking random pictures, burning the midnight oil before a test. And worrying about portions to finish, ppts than ran to several slides, rummaging through pillow sized textbooks. Suddenly there is a void. What will I do now?
… And on this note, I’d like to declare that I’m done with exams.
Now that my exams are over, I leave it to the Anna University Evaluator. See uncle, I’m done with the grueling sessions. Now it’s upto you to mark me properly. I would never be able to track you down. So, be nice to an unknown child :P
And.. This would be the last time; I can bullshit in a paper and get away with it. I feel really guilty for crapping so much in my papers. My condolences to all my prof's, teachers and Unknown unseen evaluators of Anna University. So much bullshit, that my answer scripts can be used as readymade manure for my crops in Farmville. Bless you evaluator, pray for me folks!