The Public Diary

Since I am posting after a long time, so to be fair, I am posting after a short interval. But with the same topic as these exams don’t leave you so easily; to be honest short of stock I am. ;) The other time, when a fellow student was actually cheating and was asking some answer from me. The teacher noticed us and forbid us by asking to not to cheat. I heard it the first time only, but the other one couldn’t hear what the teacher was saying so she said “What ma’am?” (Generally, people understand themselves what the teacher is saying in ‘such’ situations.) The teacher repeated herself. This time she let it go for the time being.  Later on, when we submitted our answer sheets, I saw her talking to the teacher about something. After coming out, I asked her “What were you talking about with the teacher?” and the reply came “I didn’t hear what the teacher was saying even third time so I was asking her what did she say at that time.” There was another teacher on duty in o

So, it’s been a long time since I posted a blog last. And I’m actually not feeling like doing it now as well. The reason: My fingers are so swollen that if I try to press one key to type, I automatically touch two keys. Too much to believe? Then don’t believe it either. ;) Moving on… I couldn’t blog for some time as my exams were going on. And this word ‘exam’ brings me to the situations relating to examination hall (the dreaded hall) itself.  I remember when I was in 5 th (or maybe 6 th ), I was all ready with my geometry box having 4 pens, just in case of emergency and this emergency did arise. One of my pens, with which I was writing, had no more ink in it. So I switched to another one. After writing 3-4 words I got to know that it wasn’t working properly, so I switched to another one which wasn’t working at all and so was the last one. At last, I had to borrow a pen from another girl. How stupid can you be to have 4 pens in an exam, with only 1 working and having little