Why i don't study...

Scene 1: The confessions of an examinee
I, as a responsible student of IIT Delhi, in my full consciousness and control, with all will and eyes open, and with a heavy heart, hereby accept that I did not study that well so as to secure very good grades. I accept that I submitted myself to these atrocities of low marks and less GPA helplessly and with absolutely no resilience. But at the same time, I agree that my will to study was not at its highest and its fall was inevitable given the circumstances. My mind got polluted and the configurations of its priorities were overshadowed by a virus of recklessness and exhaustion. All these things happened only because I let them happen, although unknowingly, but I still admit that no one was responsible for them but me.
Here is an example of a polluted mind.
Waiting for the professor to distribute the question papers for the least prepared digital circuits’ course, I was driven mad by the constant chirpings and hissings coming from all corners of the exhibition hall. Having just given my circuit theory major test, it was an assumption in my mind that the people would be “not so well prepared” and it will give a student like me a chance to make some mark with average marks. The papers were distributed and after reading it once and figuring out the questions that I was sure I would definitely be able to answer, I turned slightly to have a glance at others’ expressions. What I found was catastrophic. All of them were already scribbling something on their sheets and I got the first impression that it is not going to be that easy to get away with a decent grade. So I started solving the questions I had marked earlier that were easy and as I finished my second question and turned the page, I was left searching for the next mark. I didn’t find any more of them. My next five minutes were spent figuring out the next question I would attempt. As I was about to start making a karnaugh map, something strange happened.
A boy, two rows from me to the left coughed heavily. Although it is a usual silence breaker to hear people cough in exams, this was very unusual. The cough was prolonged and had stoppages in it, but a decent hint of continuation. I wonder if anyone else noticed it. as my amazement was fading slowly, another one, this time from two rows behind, coughed. This may seem nothing unusual to anyone but something was going on, my mind said. And then again, a girl two rows right behind me gave loud sneeze. And after that, all sorts of sneezing and coughing started from here and there. It appeared to me that the entire exhibition hall had raised a single consciousness and was speaking something. I didn’t know what. My mind was wondering a lot. It was utterly chaotic. But then suddenly, there was a strange thing. Amidst all these sounds, somehow and from somewhere, a pattern started to materialize in my mind, a pattern of communication, a pattern of digital transmission of information, a pattern for cheating.
Somewhere back in my mind, I was wondering of how intelligent these students were; communicating binary sequences in a digital circuits exam was so simple and I thought for a second that the professor himself was not aware of such a possibility. Yet, in many corners of my mind, I was thinking that how big a fool I am, concentrating on these non sense sequences (if at all they were sequences) rather than doing my examination. Still, something inside said to me that it indeed was a great conspiracy to cheat in the paper. Amidst this confusion, I needed a calming agent. And I was provided just that. The person just behind me gave a extraordinary sharp cough and everything came to a standstill. This worked as the selection bit or the sequence detector or terminating bit. This meant end of the question.
As I was struggling with one of my question, the person two rows left to me once again gave the unusual cough. This time, I was attentive from the beginning. First of all, he conveyed the question number. Then the subpart. And the one two rows behind me gave a similar cough he had given earlier. And then the sequence began once again. I noted all of the code on my rough sheet and after that sharp cough, I began decoding it. It was the answer to the third question, the one I had already answered. I still deciphered the question and found my answer to be mismatching. I had a strong feeling that the one I have just deciphered has got to be correct. I re-answered the question, filling in the new one. In this way, I got all my answers changed, including the ones that I had previously so cleanly and confidently solved. The exam got over.
Here I stand, with my examination paper checked and today I have realized that thinking too much is a very big mistake. I am barely passing.

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