Finally, I’ve been completely engulfed by the dragging pressure of the approaching exam season. Bales of coursework yet have to be unrolled. With the ongoing cricket world cup mania, my wild endeavors and a myriad of other distractions, it seems very likely that my grades will be plain sailing anytime soon.
Particularly, at this of the year, my mind is preoccupied by every instance of the world but studying! Even the most unpleasant of activities take a toll on my charming scale. Memory retention falters whensoever I try cracking a certain topic. Embarrassingly enough, I admit, that’s where the so called “memory pills” kick in – mine is a crossbreed of honey and some natural herbs and not like some capsule but a gooey liquid that gets glued everywhere. Indeed, studying is a messy affair.
Another notable factor that contributes to the sheer distress of these two agonizing months is “The Guilt Complex” (notice how I’ve capitalized to exaggerate my argument). Every other engagement leads to nothing but self-reproach. Strictly speaking on my behalf only, I experience this EVERYTIME, after I’ve undertaken an activity that is not remotely close to the aforementioned dilemma of studying. 😛 Add to this an unmanageable syllabus bulk that has to be covered in an inadequate time limit and voila…!
The list of whiny excuses can go on, but I just saw my physics book smolder an ugly look at me. It’s intimidating. Later!