Exam Hall: What Goes In A Student's Mind

Damn it! I’m already 10 minutes late. Not a very good start for the first exam. Answer sheets have already been distributed. Damn, what was I doing? Why couldn’t I just wake up earlier? It happens all the time, almost every time. Anyway, what’s over is over. Now cool down! Cool! Take a deep breath. Yes, now you’re fine.

Now, should I or should I not get in? Ok! Get in anyway. Don’t care what the invigilator says. Yep, ready. “Excuse me, madam!” “Yes, what’s the time young man?” Shit. I hate this. She is asking questions. Why can’t she just let me in? Oooohhh! She’s hot by the way. Damn it! Focus you moron. I should reply something. What’s gonna be my excuse? Umm…

“Get in quick, pick up an answer sheet and take your seat. Quick!” Aaahh. Thank God! I don’t have to reply now. Is everyone watching me? No, perhaps they’re too busy writing their exams. Chill! You’re thinking too much. Where’s my seat? Where’s my seat!? Ah! There it is. There you go. Destination reached!

Ok now take a deep breath and go through the question paper. OK, I got this. I got this one too. Seems like the paper is easy. Damn, what the hell is this? The case study is beyond my imagination. What am I gonna write in this? You’re screwed dude, you’re screwed! Anyway, I should start writing first.

/*turns right*/ this guy on the right, is he driving a Ferrari? For God’s sake don’t scare me dude, whoever you are. Who writes like this? Who writes so fast? Ok, don’t look at his paper. Just concentrate.

/*turns left*/ Holy mother of God! Who the hell is this chick? Damn, she’s so freaking hot. Is she the one who comes in a black santro? Or is she the one who keeps staring at me from the corner of her eye? Whoever she is, she is so hot. Will I keep staring at her or will I write?  Can’t write, can’t stare at her. Dilemma!

And then you write the exam. Nailing the knowns and making up the unknowns. Sometimes exaggerating, sometimes to the point. Sometimes struggling and sometimes with ease. Sometimes passionate to write sometimes lazy. Sometimes writing and sometimes not at all. The writer in you comes out and takes over your mind, thinking all sorts of crap and representing it on the paper. And then the 30 page booklet is filled up with some load of crap. And a load of crap result is what we a get a fortnight later.