Yes, I’m exaggerating.
Some of my exams have an afternoon timing- they start in the afternoon. So I usually leave my room almost an hour before the start of the paper. This calls for an early lunch, or in my case, a brunch.
Most Indian families will feed you till your stomach bursts. If I would’ve been at home, I’d be having a breakfast, a proper lunch and something extra in the middle, but since I’m living away, this schedule is “messed up”.
There’s supposed to be a garden somewhere between Rudesheim and Assmanshausen in Germany, close to the River Rhine. The Prince who built the garden, with it’s planning and everything, built a long dark tunnel from the entrance, where the horses and carriages stood, to the actual entrance of the garden.
So dark that it was difficult to see anything as the walls curve and twist, but in the center, there stood a wizard, pointing to the right direction ahead and a brick which shifts in the ceiling to allow some light to pass into the tunnel, before the dark tunnel would once again envelope them.
It makes me feel like I’m swaying in the whole process before I got selected in a college.
Does anyone remember the time, in the last few months of high school, with the college applications and interviews and that fear of just getting through into the next stage of life? Of course, getting over with school was a huge relief, I was looking forward to college! If I got selected, that is… heh!
Now, after two years, I makes me feel like I’m still looking around. I’m still seeing what else I can do? I’m interested in so much more!
It’s the way this family handles the problems. Aranya is a go-getter and she hates being held by the collar. I was expecting her to quit, but I had also expected it to be very sudden and over.
But she thought quite a lot about it. Even aunty, who gave the suggestions must’ve figured out the story but she didn’t say or ask anything. She gave her suggestions and ended the conversation.
She wanted Aranya to make the decision for herself and think.
Guess what? It’s our birthday today (twins), which is why, since I’m the birthday girl, I get to say whatever I want.
Interestingly, this time, we both didn’t want to celebrate. So, he’s in a University where his exams are starting by the end of April and I’m in a university where my exams are done. So, I’m chilling and he’s going to college each weekday, cribbing about how if the syllabus is finished, they should just give them their preparatory leave already.
When she finally got a seat, her lips where still quivering and she was panting.
She didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or the fact that she had been humiliated in public.
But as it started to subside, she was beginning to hate the day. It had been tough to get out of bed right at the start. She had been busy completing the last of her submissions for this week.
Splat!The cup slipped right out of her hand, pouring it’s contents out on the pavement. She gaped at the spilt…
I started taking coffee in high school. Where I come from, medicine is an undergraduate course and a lot of people take extra classes for it. To manage a day where you have to get up and attend school, then have lunch and run for your four hour long extra classes four days a week, then come home, have dinner and indulge in some self study, you need something to keep you going.
In my case, it was coffee. It was difficult. And to be very honest, unnecessary. I believe, now, if you really want to study for the medical entrance exams, please indulge more in self study and paper solving than in those extra classes.
Have you ever had a moment, with your significant other, where you’re just like, “Babe, I love you but please, go to sleep now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
And this is not one of those moments when you’ve had a fight. This is a general, you come home, rest a bit, look at your phone but you just don’t want to talk.
By the way, she was definitely utilizing the “four day holiday” with a good start on her studies.
I waved at her, closing the door behind me. Elena walked over to give me a hug- but not before Valerie spotted us, a distasteful look on her face.
Valerie, or Riri, as we call her at home, is the cat who has adopted us.
She’s been with us for half a year now, the missing piece in our crazy lives.