The toxic Prof season is here. It's the fourth time I'm giving these horrid exams and they never get easier. This year has been particularly hard because I've been multitasking wedding prep with prof prep. My vivas may even fall in between her wedding dates, which isvery overwhelming and I've made my peace.
I just had my dinner and Mom gave me my shaami kebab late. So I'll have it with a fork and ketchup on the side. ENT prof tomorrow, and I'm calming my brain down, like 'You've got this. Sto panicking'. Even though the MCQs are very very hard. I just practised some. Why didn't the department prepare us well for MCQs? Stupids.
I feel like. I have travelled 500km in 7 days. With Interstellar (I've always wanted to watch a movie about time relativity, and this movie was so relatable to me on so many levels that it was insane and the plot and the scenes still haven't left my head) and talks with A that have left me winded and confused as well as content. I always used to wonder how the hostelites can be able to travel intercity and settle and be able to meet each other during exams. I am such an uptight person that I barely move from my seat while studying, and my 100% focus is on the subject. Food and water and other shit are secondary. But living in the hostel and doing more than 100% focus (more like 75% focus) had such conflicting feelings in me. I mean, yeah, my preparation wasn't as good as other profs, or as it could be at home. But I felt like I could breathe, with a mixture of everything happening. Foof, friends, laughter. It was good. But now I'm home.
My best friend is coming on Monday, and I have been literally containing myself. Nothing more to say on that.
Wrapped up in a baby pink blanket, I will now finish my shaami and read the rest of Larynx and Esophagus.And probably have a bit of Sting later because I'm already starting to feel tired.
