The dreaded hall

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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 5th (or maybe 6th), 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 ink in it? I didn’t even test them before pushing all of them into my box.

Luckily I could finish it in my time because I’ve always been good at finishing the exams way before the given time period. Once (somewhere in 11th), I spotted a song written on a bench and because that song was from a movie which I liked very much, I continued writing the lines of the song on the same bench irrespective of the fact that it was my exam where most of the people fall short of time.


In another exam, I read the question and started writing the answer without paying much attention. After a while, I realised that it was not the answer which is asked for. I confused it with something else, so I cut that answer and in between that cutting and the messed up sheet, I wrote the reason for cutting the answer to make it clear to the examiner.



Invigilators are another spoilsport in exams (although exams are not a sport at all). Once a girl, who was sitting on the bench ahead of me, was constantly shaking her leg and making even my bench shake. After bearing it for 2 hours, I finally decide to ask her to stop doing it. When I was saying this to her, the teacher in our room thought that I was trying to cheat, so she asked me to not to cheat. When I tried to explain she refused to listen. 

And what’s more, that girl was again shaking her leg and I realised that she didn’t hear properly what I said to her. Even she must have thought I was asking her some question and upon listening to the teacher, she must have quickly turned her head without paying much attention to what I had said.

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