The world of presentations is so much better than that of shitty classes and books. And I know how badly I needed a feel-good factor in life. Had three presentations to make today (thanks to which I could not work on a contest that I reeeaaaallly wanted to work on)... all three being very different from each other, and each one interesting enough for me. But to be appreciated by a faculty you like and to hear the words 'best presentation in the college in a long long time' is a crazy boost! Of course, it does help to have somebody on your team who speaks VERY well, and does so even better when he is less prepared. :P
And then it was not meant to end there. The hard-to-please (academically) faculty decides to wholeheartedly applaud for you and your team (a different one this time). And that is a different kind of a kick you get because he is never happy.
A shameful thing to find out at EOD is the attendance figure going up when no weightage is given to the numbers except for qualifying for semester exams. I sooo want to get out of this city. But with such a lot of evaluation work going on, that just closes at a crazy thought. Hmph!
Reality is a little too hard to accept sometimes. That sometimes happens to happen very often to me. But things become so strange after a point that they completely stop making sense. And then you wonder how it started and how the fuck can the same thing in life keep chewing your brain at intervals and constantly working on creating a hollow somewhere inside.
And then it was not meant to end there. The hard-to-please (academically) faculty decides to wholeheartedly applaud for you and your team (a different one this time). And that is a different kind of a kick you get because he is never happy.
A shameful thing to find out at EOD is the attendance figure going up when no weightage is given to the numbers except for qualifying for semester exams. I sooo want to get out of this city. But with such a lot of evaluation work going on, that just closes at a crazy thought. Hmph!
Reality is a little too hard to accept sometimes. That sometimes happens to happen very often to me. But things become so strange after a point that they completely stop making sense. And then you wonder how it started and how the fuck can the same thing in life keep chewing your brain at intervals and constantly working on creating a hollow somewhere inside.
