Finally my exams are over! And I am feeling as if hell broke. yet my
life! it's been almost like a month or two since this sudden gorilla type
development took place inside me. everywhere I go, everything I do all I hear
is "beta padh lo" or in English as they say "son, study" I
can't even explain it to you people how far my parents have gone. I mean they
aren't even concerned about anything but studies. Insert typical Asian parents
here. all year it's been like demi lovato's I don't care and in exams it's like
greenday's 21 guns. I literally am more shocked of my syllabus than my
notebook. I mean what on earth could a 200 paged notebook teach me? (note the
work in it is done by bloody sweat and ink) that's why we must also study 2
books with 302862356337 pages and not only that but you also get to learn
2973653930136 references with it and then my teacher asks me why I couldn't
score well throughout the year. so, after exams I just asked my teacher from
where the hell did "what did I do " come from the chapter (note that
the chapter has no regard to the real, practical world) and I was made open my
textbook in which out of 30286235633 pages she points out to the 22nd line of
the 3rd paragraph of the 2886539775 page and then I’m suppose to be lectured
about not studying well.
I just don't understand the concept why in a maths exam a teacher
refuses to even tell the meaning of a freaking typical English word which has
no reference with the question. it's like my hands go invisible in the
examination room and then my invigilator asks why I didn't ask her this question.
because probably girl I raised my hand up like a 1098 times and you ignored me
1099 times. note the one time she was looking outside the window.
if I wrote an essay about why casuals should be allowed in school rather
than my second option why they should not be that's why I get 1 mark less
because the essay I wrote which almost covered my extra sheet simply wasn't
enough to justify my thoughts and I chose the wrong one in a completely choice
oriented question. thank you teacher for telling me via a mark less that I
should take my mind off wearing or supporting casuals in a school.
and then come the parents
now, in such cases parents totally think their child is a jerk and all
the teacher says is absolutely true. have you ever seen any parent
disagree to all the crap that the teachers say?
No matter what all the teachers say there is always that one teacher,
that ONE TEACHER who hates you and would kill even the soul out of you. They are
like: student walking, YOU! YOU COME TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE
Me, says good morning she: HOW DO I TOLERATE YOUR NONSENSE AND ALL TYPE
OF IDIOTISM!
Me, breathes she: YOU ARE A
COMPLETELY WORTHLESS PERSON.
These teachers have a problem with even the good things you do. All they
want is to drag you to the office and unfortunately such teachers are mostly
the head of their departments or at a very high post. I mean give yourself a
break man!
And then there are teachers who help us beggars in the exam ... so I had
his one extremely innocent and lovely sweetness overloaded teacher who came and
answered a full question for me during the exam. I can’t tell you what faith in
humanity arises in me when I see such teachers. She even complimented me on my face
book photos. Oh, stop it you! (insert idiotically blushing face)
Well if we are over this conversation about types of teachers I must
tell you about my one teacher who teaches me Sanskrit and is none other than a
saint wearing a shirt and trouser with his two in one flip over jacket: p he is
like teaching something and completely out of nowhere he starts giving
irrelevant information about his religion. I mean how can somebody? In the middle
of the class?
It’s not the only reason that I hate him but I just do because I am bad
at Sanskrit: P lol. I can’t even say a proper sentence in Sanskrit and I don’t
have any idea how I passed that subject for four years and I am still as if it’s
my second day of the class. Not the first because I would have felt good about
it. On the second day you come to know the truth behind your subject and how
fucked you are in this semester.
To be honest parent teacher meetings are everyone’s worst nightmare. They
just pop out of a sudden like popcorn and are swallowed instantly. in which we
are the popcorn.
Well anyway! I hope you manage to pass this semester without getting
swallowed by the teachers.
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