A fool’s errand it was, when I went in half pants for the communication engineering paper. I had been awake for the entire night, pretending to myself that I was studying, but dozing off at the slightest of let offs. This had been the case these entire major exams, trying to optimize my time, but it somehow occurred to me that I was trying to optimize my wasting of time. The exam was in 5LT1, the newest and the coldest place in the institute. And believe me, when I say that it was cold, really cold.
As the exam was as early as eight in the morning, it was natural that many had not even brushed their teeth or combed their hair and they were just there because they had to be there. The course had been known the entire semester for its really easy proxy technique. The content was never difficult, in fact it was considered as one of the least to prepare for. However, everyone was wary of the mood of the professor, who was a teaching assistant till the last semester and was taking on his first course. It was a bit of a shock that he gave in the minor exams and no one wanted to cross him. So, each one had prepared well, at least prepared to adapt to his likings.
The cold breeze when touched my legs, which were exposed to open, a stir gripped me. It was a complete contrast from the humid and hot outside, even as early as 8 in the morning. We were happy that it was held in such a nice and cozy place, with a strong AC. But I was not. For me, it was freezing cold as I was not only sitting right near the AC, but also right under the fan whose air seemed like arrows piercing into my flesh. I had sat there for it was a left hander seat, but that decision looked to me now as a horrible deal. My hairy legs were getting cold, the natural protection not sufficient to keep me warm. And then, the fun began.
The exam started on time and so did my countdown to the time I would come out. I wanted to sit somewhere else, but I did not. I knew that people were going to cheat horribly in this exam, which they eventually did, crossing all limits and then boasted as well when they came outside and I hated it a lot. So, I wanted to stay away from those people, because I knew that somewhere in the middle, I would try to cheat as well, if I sat among them. So, here I was, in a corner, freezing to death.
The worst was still to come.
Half way down into the exam, my body began to prickle. I had half the paper till now, and it was all going fine. And then it came to me. I was feeling the pressure, and very strongly too. I wanted to lose free, run away, but I was behind the time and if I went away for 5 minutes now, it would take me down. I did not want to lose my focus, so I did not want to go to the toilet. And it felt that it was going to kill me. I literally had cramps in the stomach. But, I fought on, not aware of the fact that I was not doing anything except trying to concentrate and that was all I did. I did not write anything for the next 15 minutes, my mind not working, not knowing where I was. My body was empowering my mind, and I did not know what to do.
A sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through my veins, although I felt that my blood had turned cold. I began writing, all cliché, nothing relevant to the exam. It reminded me of the way I used to write in my MAL124 classes after night-outs. About the president of India, about arrays, meaningless words and names and all that stuff; my sheet was full of it, even not properly written in lines. I did not know what was I writing, but I knew I was writing something and that’s it.
The exams got over. The first thing I did was obvious. And when I came outside the exam, I did not remember my last one hour, as if I had just got out of my bedroom for breakfast. It took me sometime to remember that I had an exam and even greater hard work to realize that another one was waiting for me the next day.
As the exam was as early as eight in the morning, it was natural that many had not even brushed their teeth or combed their hair and they were just there because they had to be there. The course had been known the entire semester for its really easy proxy technique. The content was never difficult, in fact it was considered as one of the least to prepare for. However, everyone was wary of the mood of the professor, who was a teaching assistant till the last semester and was taking on his first course. It was a bit of a shock that he gave in the minor exams and no one wanted to cross him. So, each one had prepared well, at least prepared to adapt to his likings.
The cold breeze when touched my legs, which were exposed to open, a stir gripped me. It was a complete contrast from the humid and hot outside, even as early as 8 in the morning. We were happy that it was held in such a nice and cozy place, with a strong AC. But I was not. For me, it was freezing cold as I was not only sitting right near the AC, but also right under the fan whose air seemed like arrows piercing into my flesh. I had sat there for it was a left hander seat, but that decision looked to me now as a horrible deal. My hairy legs were getting cold, the natural protection not sufficient to keep me warm. And then, the fun began.
The exam started on time and so did my countdown to the time I would come out. I wanted to sit somewhere else, but I did not. I knew that people were going to cheat horribly in this exam, which they eventually did, crossing all limits and then boasted as well when they came outside and I hated it a lot. So, I wanted to stay away from those people, because I knew that somewhere in the middle, I would try to cheat as well, if I sat among them. So, here I was, in a corner, freezing to death.
The worst was still to come.
Half way down into the exam, my body began to prickle. I had half the paper till now, and it was all going fine. And then it came to me. I was feeling the pressure, and very strongly too. I wanted to lose free, run away, but I was behind the time and if I went away for 5 minutes now, it would take me down. I did not want to lose my focus, so I did not want to go to the toilet. And it felt that it was going to kill me. I literally had cramps in the stomach. But, I fought on, not aware of the fact that I was not doing anything except trying to concentrate and that was all I did. I did not write anything for the next 15 minutes, my mind not working, not knowing where I was. My body was empowering my mind, and I did not know what to do.
A sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through my veins, although I felt that my blood had turned cold. I began writing, all cliché, nothing relevant to the exam. It reminded me of the way I used to write in my MAL124 classes after night-outs. About the president of India, about arrays, meaningless words and names and all that stuff; my sheet was full of it, even not properly written in lines. I did not know what was I writing, but I knew I was writing something and that’s it.
The exams got over. The first thing I did was obvious. And when I came outside the exam, I did not remember my last one hour, as if I had just got out of my bedroom for breakfast. It took me sometime to remember that I had an exam and even greater hard work to realize that another one was waiting for me the next day.
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