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Exams... love it or hate it....?!?!?!

I have never been able to define my feelings about exams...

I hate exams because....

everyone you meet says, "do your exams well, nallaa padikkanum". you have to cut short the time on phone; wake-up very early in the morning... see the sun rise which you have not done for months...!!! worst cant read a magazine leisurely... if you do, "are they going to ask about the magazine in your exams??" comes the question.. arrrghhh... same applies for the news paper supplimentary too.. you plan to study in the night and sleep in the afternoon.. "dont sleep all day... get up and learn..!!". And you discuss subjects on the phone..!!!!

I love exams beacause....

you can stay awake all night with a novel inside your subject book.. all think that you have been learning all night while whatever you did was sail into another world..!! you sleep lot the next day "she has been learning all night... let her rest". friends call you before every exam and wish you all the best and promise to pray for your success... extra concern and extra calories..!!! the best part of examination time is the so called study holidays... group study is one more thing that is most exciting during exams... you get a chance to talk talk talk talk talk and talk until you get exhausted (which never happens!!) but name it study.. "ssshhh dont disturb" (he he)


whatever.. hate it or love it... they are unavoidable... they are a test for your time management skills...!! ( you learn only at the last minute...!!) and your writing skills. ( you write pages about something you have never heard about..!!) even your reading skills ( you complete a book of 500+ pages in a night)

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  1. hey..your blogs are good !! keep writing..

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  2. I loved our English exams (Both the papers) !

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  3. haha me too loved them :) since i do not have anymore english exams i took to writing my stories on my blog!

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