My engineering years were kinda weird. In the first year, all the profs thought me n my other two friends sat on the first benches cause we preferred to. What they didn’t realize was we never sat on the first benches for profs who would close the doors. The neighboring class had a bunch of pretty girls sitting on the first bench. Hadn’t completely come out of my crazy age till then. I remember picking up a fight with a senior because he came to sell his books to us and I replied coldly while eating Mummy ghar pe nahi hai baadme aana.
In my second year, the first two weeks of class were bunked and I was with my friends of the first year. You see we were grouped name wise in first year n then according to the branch the year after. So the third week of the class when I enter, I heard a couple of people talking bout me. It figures I was the top scorer of the class for the first year. All my life I wanted that and when I got that I avoided it. I laid low in all my classes, in fact bunked almost all which weren’t strict with attendance and those with attendance had me sitting in a place where no prof would look or expect any trouble or answers from.
Made a few friends in my branch class. Stuck to the few. Helped them in assignments got help from them. In fact by third and final year me n jc worked as a team he would get assignments n experiments 1234 n I would get 5678 id finish mine he, his, and then the exchange between us and so on. This was so great. In second year for some reasons I didn’t fare well. Well the subjects were a bit tough, the papers difficult, no proper direction, no notes and last I thought Id do it easily, yeah I get a lot of scoff from ma for that even now. But that’s that.
I know I must’ve said this like a 1000 times but its true all my mechanical classmates thought so and so did my profs. One of the profs comes up and speaks. You were never a part of mechanical all 4 years. I say yeah and lay low again.
There’s one more reason why I laid low in class. In my second year a bunch of crazy friends decided that the opinion poll thing was really safe and that we should complain about the profs who took classes outside. Guess what happened? Those opinion polls were removed from the poll and the handwriting compared with all the journals that had been submitted. This just knocked me out. I was so definitely sure I was going to flunk the exams. For some reasons those same crazy ass friends were found in that same professors class in the year that followed. I couldn’t and I didn’t want to do that. So I just laid low until the professor came to teach us again in final year. Was my nightmare year again. But thinking that the story had been two years back and that life would be fine I breezed through 4th year out in the crazy world.
In my second year, the first two weeks of class were bunked and I was with my friends of the first year. You see we were grouped name wise in first year n then according to the branch the year after. So the third week of the class when I enter, I heard a couple of people talking bout me. It figures I was the top scorer of the class for the first year. All my life I wanted that and when I got that I avoided it. I laid low in all my classes, in fact bunked almost all which weren’t strict with attendance and those with attendance had me sitting in a place where no prof would look or expect any trouble or answers from.
Made a few friends in my branch class. Stuck to the few. Helped them in assignments got help from them. In fact by third and final year me n jc worked as a team he would get assignments n experiments 1234 n I would get 5678 id finish mine he, his, and then the exchange between us and so on. This was so great. In second year for some reasons I didn’t fare well. Well the subjects were a bit tough, the papers difficult, no proper direction, no notes and last I thought Id do it easily, yeah I get a lot of scoff from ma for that even now. But that’s that.
I know I must’ve said this like a 1000 times but its true all my mechanical classmates thought so and so did my profs. One of the profs comes up and speaks. You were never a part of mechanical all 4 years. I say yeah and lay low again.
There’s one more reason why I laid low in class. In my second year a bunch of crazy friends decided that the opinion poll thing was really safe and that we should complain about the profs who took classes outside. Guess what happened? Those opinion polls were removed from the poll and the handwriting compared with all the journals that had been submitted. This just knocked me out. I was so definitely sure I was going to flunk the exams. For some reasons those same crazy ass friends were found in that same professors class in the year that followed. I couldn’t and I didn’t want to do that. So I just laid low until the professor came to teach us again in final year. Was my nightmare year again. But thinking that the story had been two years back and that life would be fine I breezed through 4th year out in the crazy world.
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