I've been trying to post for a long time. I have 3 drafts which make some sense, but I'm not going to publish. You could call it an effect of taking the Literature course in the 7th sem. I realised how pathetic I am at writing. As such, I'm trying to do better.
The 7th semester is nearing its end. One more after this and I'll be out of IIIT. Into the big, bad world. This comfortable, laidback life will soon come to end. I will, of course, try to resist change. But the odds don't seem to be in my favour.
To be frank, I've been waiting to get out of here. It is quite strange. During my last year in school it was the same. I just wanted to get out. Now I feel I had a great time in school. Probably, the best in my life. Maybe I will feel the same about IIIT some years later.
But wait. This post wasn't meant to be a pseudo-senti one. This was meant to be an oh-fuck-i-am-screwed! post. In a moment of madness, I registered for the DIP course. Owing to my suicidal stubbornness, I did not drop the course when I had the chance. And now, here I am, crying over spilled milk after being totally pwned by each and every exam in the course. This might just be the first F on my already unimpressive gradesheet. I'm on the verge of doing something really desperate.
I've already started a chain mail. It should reach you very soon. Google is tracking it. For every reader it reaches, 0.01 marks will be added to my end sem score. I hope to reach the passing mark this way. So if you receive a mail with subject, "Do not delete, please help him save his degree, very important!!!!!", please do forward it to everyone in your contact list. Especially all those who forward me those "Be careful with AIDS infected needles in theatres", "Jai Maata Di", "Help child victim of super bhayankar dangerous disease" mails. Please!
May the force be with me.
