The Boards of 2008. 1 - Zenglish Blanguage

So. I really don't feel like writing =P I've been zapped of all my writing skills. That should explain the "Zenglish Blanguage" thing. Anyway, I woke up at 7, and I was supposed to reach school by 8. I reached by 8 20 because I had a long shower :) Unnecessary information.

Anyway, I reached school at around 8 20 and cleared a few last minute doubts (letter formats, can never get those right) and then sat and chatted and learned new big words ! :D Like umm 'fastidious' which I ended up spelling as 'fastiduous'.

It was more fun than tense, actually. I mean, instead of burying ourselves in our books and smothering the teacher with our doubts, we were sitting around and cracking the same useless jokes we do in class. Adrian was at the top of his game, with his lame, LAME jokes. We cheered quite a bit too, when a few guys walked onto the Quadrangle. Like our board topper (no guesses who) and well, no guesses for the other person either.

Walking into the auditorium wasn't as bad as I had conceived it to be, and with a Prayer, it really wasn't so terrifying. I guess that's because it was English Language (yes, I have destroyed the notorious 'ZB' Brothers. But they will be back).

The paper came.

The exam was good, my first thoughts when I read the composition topics were around 'AHH ! THEY SUCK ! WHAT DO I WRITE ?!' and then I turned to the picture composition, which I did, which was risky, as it was the first picture composition I did in my LIFE. But it was not that bad :)

I used so much white ink that it looked like I was on some anti-racism campaign, the same amount of black and white on the page. And that zapped (yes, I'm learning how to be a magician) me of my time. Time, which reminds me. I brought this watch which would NOT sit straight, neither would I, and there were two clocks on the stage. And I STILL had to rush ! Which means, I probably made some stupidly annoying mistake here and there. I STILL need to check to see whether I did make any stupid mistakes. I hope not.

Oh well, here comes Literature, and here goes nothing ! Actually, here goes loads of Caesar and his not so friendly friends, and Short Stories. And poems.

ALL of which I am SICK of. But anyway, soon, three years of portion will be gone. Gone. Like Arun when he stole the money. Except it'll be back in some form or the other.

Sigh.

The Day After Tomorrow

So, I haven't really watched the movie, but I know it's something related to an upcoming disaster. I mean I watched like half of it, at one of my birthday parties, and then we went and played football in a waterless swimming pool. Don't ask.

So. There's this disaster that people keep talking about, but not doing anything about. They say that it is dangerous, and as the movie plays, we come to see that it is dangerous.

I have my I.C.S.E. Board Exams day after tomorrow. The disaster (I hope it isn't so disasterly, however) comes.

It seems so recent, that we were all frightened by our teachers - "THIS IS YOUR BOARD YEAR !", "STUDY !" and whatnot. It seems so recent that we moved into a new classroom, moved into new, massive portions, and moved into new territory altogether.

And it's finally here. The day after tomorrow. No, I did not plan this. I mean, I planned on writing something before the boards, but not today. What a coincedence ^_^. The day after tomorrow. And there is STILL stuff in our portion that I did not know about. *Looks at the photocopy of the photocopied Economics model papers*

Soon, the papers we are writing will be the source of terror for upcoming batches. 2008 Board Paper. They'll have to write it for practice. We need to write it for our lives ! I mean, our future. Which we are so often reminded about.

WHAT DOES MUSIC HAVE TO DO WITH GROWING COTTON ?

Maybe, the quiet, soothing music that we can picture on a farm. Or the eerie music as a U.F.O. makes new crop circles.

I'm done. And I can't write. I know this is one of my worst posts. My brain = muddled.

Best of luck to me !