In a week,two days are alloted for practicals.As one enters lab,the rule states that the student must be euipped with a rough record which is amusingly any book that my hands feel at the spur of that moment and should be wearing labcoat.It also requires the submission of record of the recent practical class which I admit to never have submitted until the previous day of the exam.Just like me,there would be many others who run around at the last minute to all classes pleading for a labcoat.This very act proved our lose preparation towards practical classes.Unlike a few other students who were keen on letting the apparatus work, my interest was only at copying the observation table from them and presenting it before ma'am for her approval,simultaneously stealing the credit of having undergone successful practical hours.Always having considered practicals as a period devoted to getting loads-of-nothing-done, I was finally taken toll of,on the day of practical exam.
The procedure for practical exam wasn't much of an ordeal.All one had to do was draw a sheet from the stack of question papers and begin working on them.I made a sincere prayer and walked into the lab hoping to pick the sheet that would miraculosuly let me answer every question.Only wanting Lady luck to be by my side till I am thrown out,I gently pick one and hand it over to ma'am like I were the chief guest and had been called upon to pick for a raffle draw!She points out to my position and I grab the sheet from her and rush to my position only to decelerate as I brushed past my partner with a nudge followed by pleady look requesting her help.I look at all the apparatus served on my table waiting for me to be connected and wish sympathetically if I could impart my helplessness to them and wildly hope they would assmeble on their own upon my command & make life easier for me.MY EYES SEARCH FOR THOSE FAMILIAR FACES WHO HAD BEEN MY LAB PARTNERS ONCE UPON A TIME AND HAD SHARED MY LETHARGIC NATURE OF COPYING READINGS FROM OTHER BOOKS,NOW SEEMED SO ENGROSSED IN WHAT THEY WERE DOING & GUILT HITS ME HARD AS I WATCH THEIR FINGERS FUNCTIONING EFFICIENTLY LIKE EXPERTS.It is during the experiment that the teacher calls students one by one to be saughtered with the razore sharp questions(viva).As I connected the circuit after a history of failed attempts,my mind did not even forget to skip a thought on the circumstance whereby I might get electrocuted.My knowledge about circuit connections made me think at heights of insanity and I wondered whether boards would pull down practical exams had the news reached their complaint resistant ears.I had managed to eavesdrop a few answers from other students during the occasion of their viva but unfortunately the frequency of their voice seemd inaudible even to ma'am who had by then stretched her neck across the table in an attempt to make the conversation all the more confidential.The scene reminded me of confession at church.Startled by the call of my name,I realise I am the next chosen victim for the always feared viva.Like a PRISONER SENTENCED TO BE HANGED,I walk out of my place and feel my legs going wobbly as I head towards the teacher.Eyes that I had flinched from looking into,would now focus compleltey on me and the very thought about it made my mind go numb.She shot questions at me, and I FELT LIKE A CRIMINAL BEING QUESTIONED.Had i been offered a TABALA AT THAT INSTANT,I WOULD HAVE MOST SURPRISINGLY PROVED MY ABILITY AS A WORLD RENOWNEDREMARKABLE TABALIST.That was the height of my nervousness.Unable to answer any question,I get up after my turn with a heavy heart dragging myself out of the lab as though THE DOCTOR HAD DIAGNOSED ME WITH AN INCURABLE DISEASE.But experience has forced me to take an oath on NEVER TO TAKE PRACTICALS LIGHTLY WHICH PRACTICALLY KILLED ME!!
The procedure for practical exam wasn't much of an ordeal.All one had to do was draw a sheet from the stack of question papers and begin working on them.I made a sincere prayer and walked into the lab hoping to pick the sheet that would miraculosuly let me answer every question.Only wanting Lady luck to be by my side till I am thrown out,I gently pick one and hand it over to ma'am like I were the chief guest and had been called upon to pick for a raffle draw!She points out to my position and I grab the sheet from her and rush to my position only to decelerate as I brushed past my partner with a nudge followed by pleady look requesting her help.I look at all the apparatus served on my table waiting for me to be connected and wish sympathetically if I could impart my helplessness to them and wildly hope they would assmeble on their own upon my command & make life easier for me.MY EYES SEARCH FOR THOSE FAMILIAR FACES WHO HAD BEEN MY LAB PARTNERS ONCE UPON A TIME AND HAD SHARED MY LETHARGIC NATURE OF COPYING READINGS FROM OTHER BOOKS,NOW SEEMED SO ENGROSSED IN WHAT THEY WERE DOING & GUILT HITS ME HARD AS I WATCH THEIR FINGERS FUNCTIONING EFFICIENTLY LIKE EXPERTS.It is during the experiment that the teacher calls students one by one to be saughtered with the razore sharp questions(viva).As I connected the circuit after a history of failed attempts,my mind did not even forget to skip a thought on the circumstance whereby I might get electrocuted.My knowledge about circuit connections made me think at heights of insanity and I wondered whether boards would pull down practical exams had the news reached their complaint resistant ears.I had managed to eavesdrop a few answers from other students during the occasion of their viva but unfortunately the frequency of their voice seemd inaudible even to ma'am who had by then stretched her neck across the table in an attempt to make the conversation all the more confidential.The scene reminded me of confession at church.Startled by the call of my name,I realise I am the next chosen victim for the always feared viva.Like a PRISONER SENTENCED TO BE HANGED,I walk out of my place and feel my legs going wobbly as I head towards the teacher.Eyes that I had flinched from looking into,would now focus compleltey on me and the very thought about it made my mind go numb.She shot questions at me, and I FELT LIKE A CRIMINAL BEING QUESTIONED.Had i been offered a TABALA AT THAT INSTANT,I WOULD HAVE MOST SURPRISINGLY PROVED MY ABILITY AS A WORLD RENOWNEDREMARKABLE TABALIST.That was the height of my nervousness.Unable to answer any question,I get up after my turn with a heavy heart dragging myself out of the lab as though THE DOCTOR HAD DIAGNOSED ME WITH AN INCURABLE DISEASE.But experience has forced me to take an oath on NEVER TO TAKE PRACTICALS LIGHTLY WHICH PRACTICALLY KILLED ME!!
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