Time to become a mixture is here

When I reached home, I browsed top universities of journalism worldwide. And there it was , Northwestern's Mesill School of Journalism in the US . I fi ally got an aim to move forward although it was not for long but it still was there at least . I went through the eligibility criteria and like any other university they also accepted straight A students . So , I had to work damn hard to get into the university. The next day , I went to school and there was an announcement hung on the notice board . It stated that our periodic tests were going to start within two weeks . Periodic tests in our area happened  a couple of months before the semester exams for the revision of our syllabus.  After we all read the notice board,  we all went back to our classrooms and lecture after lecture , every teacher came and told us the syllabus and strategy for our periodics . Everyone was listening  carefuly as if it was matter of life and death for them . And what else could happen after that , all the scholars rushed to libraries and made them crowded as if it was a market . I issued the book I wanted because I could not bear to study at that crowded place unlike everyone . So , for that one week I just used to go home and do my homework as usual but nothing extra in particular for the periodics.  Because I knew that if I started doing my revision at that time then I would not be able to revise at the last moment t sin e I would get fed up of my books . This thing had happened ed to me various times and I could not help it but I had to bear with it . The next week , on Monday morning we got our datesheets . And for me it was fine but for others as I heard it was terrible because they needed time for preparation and we only had a day for each exam . I was fine with it because I knew the more time I would get the less prepared I would be for the exam . So , I was pretty much satisfied with it . That week I started revising making last minute notes of a.l subjects for the revision on the day offs . Fi qlly , the day came , I was a mixture again . Calm outside and nervous inside.......

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