Ehm.
At times, when the moon's blue
I'm either down with flu
or fighting crises in the loo
for too much cordon bleu
Euh!
So, the story. I had an exam this morning. Exams in college never left me with enough time for pondering or indulging in my imagination. I always remain intimate with my pen 'till the end of the session. Not because I have a lot of things to put down, but it's good fun to try to outsmart those wonderful creatures: teachers. I have come to conclude that as long as there are enough big words on my paper (try epitomize, juxtapose)and the answer appears cultured on the first page, I have the least of my worries. There are times, though, when the question you have to attempt on is so uninteresting, that you feel this sudden yank in your head and everything goes whooosh. You blink...and blink...and blink...and nothing comes back. Then you re-read whatever it is you've written, and it doesn't make sense.
A semi-confident person that I am, I took a front seat this morning. Even when the whooosh happened, I couldn't really stop writing. Not when people were looking. Ego problem.
That's when you get really productive.
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Reminds of my school days. God knows what was wrong with me, I was always trying to outsmart my teachers! I did it once to my chemistry teacher. It was in 12th grade. Read up a Russian book.
Then to show how smart I was in my answer script wrote an arcane answer and gave a footnote saying "For details please refer Organic Chemistry by I.E. Agronomov page 138". After the exams the teacher called me and asked me to produce the book and called me an ass of the first order for my audacity! So I produced the book and showed him the page - he threw the book and said "All Russians are asses".
Later in a different incident to get even with me he gave me a resounding slap on my cheek.(my first and only so far!) It hurt less at the cheek and more else where.
I never talked to him since. I topped the chemistry papers. I think that must have hurt him.
Teachers. *sigh*
hi,
When the Whoosh happens it means that all the silly stuff you gagged on till midnight has been flushed out.
Your mind gets clear and you really begin producing auperb stuff, not coughinbg up the bits and pieces that got stuck in yyour throat.
Good work! Hurray for cotdon bleu!
LUV, papa
hi,
When the Whoosh happens it means that all the silly stuff you gagged on till midnight has been flushed out.
Your mind gets clear and you really begin producing auperb stuff, not coughinbg up the bits and pieces that got stuck in yyour throat.
Good work! Hurray for cotdon bleu!
LUV, papa
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