P.S.: Wrote this during my first mid semester exams, started on first day and finalized on the last day of the exam.
Few mins left, anxiety blending with nervousness, hunches in stomach and I am sitting in front of my lappy.
First mid semester exam, the hype of which was palpable since quite a long time, has finally come.
With lots of things circling our minds, technical terms, diagrams, definitions, examples and all mixing together.
The period of 'no rest' has started, making us work at our 100% or more for few and making some follow "prepare the worst, hope for best".
Wonder if we ever were able to attain 50% of this state at the regular course time, we could finish up the course well before the time with ‘n’ no. of revisions, BUT then what meaning or importance will remain for the deadlines or say the last moment work.
With exams our perception varies with ego states. We become good listeners when someone teaching a topic, and public speakers when it comes to discuss the paper.
Finding time surplus, diminishing utility of studying more and more, probabilistic approaches to numerical, assigning "Pygmalion" effect of high self efficacy to ourselves to do well in exams… dwindling losses.... matching balance sheets... forming ledger's… it was all as simple as an commerce student solving numerical on ‘Laws of Motion’.
Hence the whole week has passed, using nights as haven, studying, mugging, cramming or whateva we can and has approached the end.
Again its 9:15, I fully dressed, waiting for the roomies to get ready to leave for the coll. Today is the D-day, the last exam, and one of the toughest (as if others were easy).
The mind is trying to balance onto the thin line of anxiety, nervousness being on one side and exhilaration on the other. Mugging and revising what we mugged up, same time making plans for the eve after the exam.
I believe this day as the only day when you won’t remain wistful for the whole day after taking the exam (obviously if paper doesn’t go well).
With this week I get to know that,
"Writing Exams are as easy as playing basketball with tied hands."
