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what do i rite abt today


i had my test today.

messed it up:(


still it wasnt so bad got one of the sums rite, hopefully!!!
then we wrote assignments jus copied it,wrote it twice one for vikas
then arranged them all in a secquence.

all have such bad handwriiting jus realised it,
i pity the teacher!! couldnt even read the roll nos they had written.


later had systems programming lec n sir was talking abt some commands.
later he told us tht he evaluates our internal marks according to our behaviour n the tests we rite have no meaning
so then y do we rite it !!
god!!
who made him the teacher he is the same one whome we had complained against!!


then we had no lecs we waited n talked n never realised it was past 6 .
then had to rush home.


later at home had to rite 2 assignments given a week ago but then i never did it n so its all piled n now i have to do it now.
there is so much to rite.
hands were also paining.
now still have to complete one of it
will take me god knows how much time
hope i finish it soon!!!!

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Unknown said…
What an idiot prof you got, why does he even teach you if he evalutes you only by your behaviour? The behaviour of the class also depends on the prof. if he can't handle the class ask him to go and sell peanuts!
6:44 AM
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