exam trauma

now that the foot is better, the brain seems to be in for a really bumpy ride!

with time, my ability to study, has completely withered away. till the last semester, out of fear, or respect, i bothered to peek into my books 24 hours in advance... i knew the syllabus too, and i though about the outcome... its a different story altogether that i went fr an exam stoned... bt what matters is, that i cared.

this time, i can't even seem to find the ratty piece of piece of paper where i had scribbled the syllabus down. now that i think about it, the last time i used something that remotely resembled that piece of paper, was to wrap up a mutialated, overchewed piece of gum and throw it out of the window!

i wonder, if i'm in a bit of a sticky situation now.

looks like my sense of humour's gone for a vacation as well.
which reminds me, what i wouldn't give to be sippin a pina colada on some nice shaded beach... lazing around and enjoying the sand and the surf!

daydreams apart, i think i need to locate that ratty piece of paper or else call someone else and get the syllabus yet again.

sad, sad it is... the bloody exam season!