Thursday : CBSE XII Computer Exam
I hadn’t a nap this time either, courtesy Links, Stacks and queues. Why these and not the rest - because we had never done them at school <infact a significant part of the syllabus was never touched upon at school - Because::: we had a frequent change in the computer faculty.... and spent a lot of time without a teacher> .
Anyways the C++ part of the paper seemed to be hell; I lost all my nerves seeing the first question ‘Name the header file associated with “pow” ’ . I could not make it out. I was perplexed and then it struck my dumb head to start things off with SQL, Boolean and Networking. It worked, I gained a bit of confidence and then switched over to c++. Surprisingly pow seemed to be power and I was on top of the world. Moving further with C++ I lost all what I had gained so far, the question on links got the better of me and I guess I did lose the battle.
Party planning and merry making … all the way now
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
Friday: CBSE XII Chemistry Exam
I could not have a nap this time too, because of the arguing BIOMOLECULES and Coordinate Chemistry. And yet again the same sequence of events took place( if the question 'Which series of events? ' comes into ur head please scroll down the page and read about the ENGLISH EXAM). The paper was easy, but how can I do everything absolutely correctly. Besides the fact that there were a couple of questions which had caught me totally unaware, I had committed a blunder. Molecular mass of Urea, even a kid could have got that right but how can I ? I took 120 grams in place of 60 grams.On the return journey while everyone was celebrating and planning parties a few including me could not be a part of the cadre since we had another exam – computer science.
I could not have a nap this time too, because of the arguing BIOMOLECULES and Coordinate Chemistry. And yet again the same sequence of events took place( if the question 'Which series of events? ' comes into ur head please scroll down the page and read about the ENGLISH EXAM). The paper was easy, but how can I do everything absolutely correctly. Besides the fact that there were a couple of questions which had caught me totally unaware, I had committed a blunder. Molecular mass of Urea, even a kid could have got that right but how can I ? I took 120 grams in place of 60 grams.On the return journey while everyone was celebrating and planning parties a few including me could not be a part of the cadre since we had another exam – computer science.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Saturday: CBSE XII Mathematics Exam
Well this time I had some real good sleep for I was quite confident about Mathematics, my favorite subject. Things in the morning went as usual. The paper was also a simple one. I had completed the whole paper except one question while 20 minutes were still left… this one question: 'wow', I now wonder, "what wonders did it have that I wasn’t able to crack it"…
Although finally I was able to crack it but not fully, my stupid self had made an error by committing a rather stupid mistake.
The question : Integrate [{(tanx)^1/2}dx]
And also I hadn’t done my best in the rest of the paper; in another question I had taken g=10 instead of 9.8m/s-2 which left me with an answer in – sine inverse- instead of a simple answer 90ยบ. Well the paper didn’t go as expected but one doesn’t get everything in life yeh... soothing words ….but why does it always happens to me…..?
Well this time I had some real good sleep for I was quite confident about Mathematics, my favorite subject. Things in the morning went as usual. The paper was also a simple one. I had completed the whole paper except one question while 20 minutes were still left… this one question: 'wow', I now wonder, "what wonders did it have that I wasn’t able to crack it"…
Although finally I was able to crack it but not fully, my stupid self had made an error by committing a rather stupid mistake.
The question : Integrate [{(tanx)^1/2}dx]
And also I hadn’t done my best in the rest of the paper; in another question I had taken g=10 instead of 9.8m/s-2 which left me with an answer in – sine inverse- instead of a simple answer 90ยบ. Well the paper didn’t go as expected but one doesn’t get everything in life yeh... soothing words ….but why does it always happens to me…..?
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Saturday: CBSE XII Physics Exam
I hadn’t had any sleep because of the haunting optics which I had been doing since Thursday but finally I was getting hold of the things that I had been leaving ever since they were taught. Any ways, I was confident of having a good paper. Nothing much changed; it was a complete copy of the scene of Wednesday with Akash’s horn, the ‘peda’, the ‘tilak’ the buses, the center, the hall, but for one thing, 'the question paper'. This time the revolt of the heart had an edge. The horror of Physics ended just on time(actually a few seconds after the time was called) Just about everyone unhappy about how things went, every one felt that it was a long one. What I feel is that if everyone(including me) had seriously done their paper i.e. by avoiding all speculations of peeping here and there or trying to become Teresa or just going around asking those questions which you otherwise won’t have asked others.
After the paper, the worst thing I find, is the enquiring teachers - that wait for you back at school… 'How was the paper son?' 'What happened ….'> and kids discussing… 'oh man!!! We did the same question on the bus or the question paper was almost a Xerox-copy of one of the sample papers that I had solved' …When you haven’t had the best of papers the time-slag between, the end of the paper and the time you reach home, is almost eternity, you feel like why the hell didn’t I put in time on this topic, why did I underestimate blah..blah topic. To be straight you feel disastrous when you don’t have the same kind of paper as others have had.
The paper was easy...but I screwed it up
I hadn’t had any sleep because of the haunting optics which I had been doing since Thursday but finally I was getting hold of the things that I had been leaving ever since they were taught. Any ways, I was confident of having a good paper. Nothing much changed; it was a complete copy of the scene of Wednesday with Akash’s horn, the ‘peda’, the ‘tilak’ the buses, the center, the hall, but for one thing, 'the question paper'. This time the revolt of the heart had an edge. The horror of Physics ended just on time(actually a few seconds after the time was called) Just about everyone unhappy about how things went, every one felt that it was a long one. What I feel is that if everyone(including me) had seriously done their paper i.e. by avoiding all speculations of peeping here and there or trying to become Teresa or just going around asking those questions which you otherwise won’t have asked others.
After the paper, the worst thing I find, is the enquiring teachers - that wait for you back at school… 'How was the paper son?' 'What happened ….'> and kids discussing… 'oh man!!! We did the same question on the bus or the question paper was almost a Xerox-copy of one of the sample papers that I had solved' …When you haven’t had the best of papers the time-slag between, the end of the paper and the time you reach home, is almost eternity, you feel like why the hell didn’t I put in time on this topic, why did I underestimate blah..blah topic. To be straight you feel disastrous when you don’t have the same kind of paper as others have had.
The paper was easy...but I screwed it up
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
CBSE XII English exam
I hadn’t had the best of sleep, for I was awake till 2’o clock in the morning (contrary to the doctor’s advice –‘Sleep well before the D-day (exam)) 'Was it due to anxiety?' I don’t know. But there was a sudden urge in me to go through the Back-exercise of the NCERT book. I hadn’t ever opened these pages (except while turning the pages while switching between chapters)
It was 8:07am and Akash was here blowing the horns of his patience(actually his motor bike) As he waited downstairs on his bike for me. Mama and papa blessed me and gave me a ‘peda’ (a sweet-dish) dipped in yoghurt [traditional--- when you are going out for an exam].Traditions didn’t end at home, school was even more traditionally-tre(n)dy. Each student was bid farewell and the best of luck (because our examination centre was at least 15 miles away and only one of our teachers could go with us) between the ceremonial ‘tilak’ ceremony ( again a tradition - some ‘roli’ a red dye and/or sandalwood paste is applied on the forehead to wish a good beginning) All this ended up when all of us were packed into 2 school buses.
All the fear that had grown up all this while sort of vanished away when we reached the center. As we entered the examination hall the heart started thumping and as if inspired by the poem ‘Freedom’ by Rabindranath Tagore it was all set to break the shackles of my rib cage. The question paper was presented to us, this suppressed the struggle of the heart to break free. I sailed through Section ‘C’ (the literature part) in 75 minutes and the only problem was the reaction of Lady Brecknell to Ernest’s story (from the story ‘The Importance of Being Ernest’ by Oscar Wilde). Then I switched over to section B i.e. the writing section through which I glided in an hour, only to find myself helpless because of the floods in Europe. This was the note-making paragraph which dealt with the climatic overhaul in Europe. Besides note-making, section A i.e. the reading part had the comprehension which was about the recent industrial revolution in India.
I guess all of us had a jolly of a time giving this paper
I hadn’t had the best of sleep, for I was awake till 2’o clock in the morning (contrary to the doctor’s advice –‘Sleep well before the D-day (exam)) 'Was it due to anxiety?' I don’t know. But there was a sudden urge in me to go through the Back-exercise of the NCERT book. I hadn’t ever opened these pages (except while turning the pages while switching between chapters)
It was 8:07am and Akash was here blowing the horns of his patience(actually his motor bike) As he waited downstairs on his bike for me. Mama and papa blessed me and gave me a ‘peda’ (a sweet-dish) dipped in yoghurt [traditional--- when you are going out for an exam].Traditions didn’t end at home, school was even more traditionally-tre(n)dy. Each student was bid farewell and the best of luck (because our examination centre was at least 15 miles away and only one of our teachers could go with us) between the ceremonial ‘tilak’ ceremony ( again a tradition - some ‘roli’ a red dye and/or sandalwood paste is applied on the forehead to wish a good beginning) All this ended up when all of us were packed into 2 school buses.
All the fear that had grown up all this while sort of vanished away when we reached the center. As we entered the examination hall the heart started thumping and as if inspired by the poem ‘Freedom’ by Rabindranath Tagore it was all set to break the shackles of my rib cage. The question paper was presented to us, this suppressed the struggle of the heart to break free. I sailed through Section ‘C’ (the literature part) in 75 minutes and the only problem was the reaction of Lady Brecknell to Ernest’s story (from the story ‘The Importance of Being Ernest’ by Oscar Wilde). Then I switched over to section B i.e. the writing section through which I glided in an hour, only to find myself helpless because of the floods in Europe. This was the note-making paragraph which dealt with the climatic overhaul in Europe. Besides note-making, section A i.e. the reading part had the comprehension which was about the recent industrial revolution in India.
I guess all of us had a jolly of a time giving this paper
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