Skip to main content

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)

Comments

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

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

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

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

One Year Old Parent

I cannot believe we are a year old now! My daughter and me, as a mother. What an year it has been!

Starting with self-doubts and a roller-coaster ride of hormones to somehow learning the trick of the trade, I have come a long way.

I found myself a place among a group of amazing mothers here in Coimbatore. They have been my support system throughout. I will be eternally thankful to them.



I do what I think is best for my baby. Babywearing, cloth diapering, breastfeeding and letting my child feed herself. All the above said concepts didnt come easy, I had to explain a thousand times and do my research to get people around me to accept what I do.

Do not let the society dictate your parenting style. You are the parent and you are supposed to do the parenting not the society. The "society" will be there to tell you that you are not producing enough milk for the baby, cloth diapers are bulky, babywearing will make the baby dependent on you and a self-feeding baby does not eat enou…

The Little Bundle of Anxiety... Joy

On January 10, 2016 around 9'o clock in the morning my life changed forever. My daughter was born into this world.

Being pregnant isn't a huge deal at all.. you'll know when the child is born. It is a big deal. I did not have any problem until the moment I realised that I wasn't producing much breastmilk. That's when the pink clouds cleared all of a sudden. I was dehydrated during labor, remember?
What people don't realise is that it is perfectly normal for breastmilk to take some time to come in. It may take a few days even. Thats when the stress levels go up and thats just what you don't need at the moment. Stress is inversely proportional to production of breastmilk.
You will get judged as a bad mommy if you are not able to breastfeed the baby. It is not going to help your already anxious self. Every other person visiting you will have an opinion. The only choice you are going to have is to learn to ignore those opinions. You are not a bad mommy if you …

What does love mean to me?

When I hit puberty I thought love was all about kissing and having butterflies in your stomach.When I grew up a little I replaced kissing with sex and the butterflies remained.Now the definition has changed in all ways possible. I've learned that there isn't just the romantic Love there is more to it.It could be the heart swelling when you see your child do something or the smile you have when you think of your parent. This year I've decided that my daughter is my valentine. Sleepless nights and the constant anxiety are all totally worth it. The sloppy kisses that I get on rare mornings are my greatest motivator.To me love is all about the level of comfort I have with a person. You really love each other if you can fart and burp to your heart's content in each other's company. If you can have conversations about that then you are in the next level, haha!Everybody sees love differently but most would agree on the comfort part. My friend Srilakshmi and I see things d…