Hmm... so today was a very weird and stressful day. I took leave yesterday because it was raining (I know it sounds pathetic to me too). Actually it was my mum’s idea. I tried making her see sense that I have an exam to write and skipping it isn’t the bestest idea. I don’t know what came over her. She was damn insistent on me not going and I knew better than to push her.
Call it my luck, it stopped raining the moment I decided not to go to college. And at around 1 o’clock my HOD called me up from college and asked me to bring my dad along with me to college today. I dutifully agreed and after a few harsh exchanges between me and mum it was all settled. I started my preparation for physics. And for the record, I hate physics!
Later in the evening I was chatting with one of my friends who got his 12th results.(I can’t believe a year has passed since I left school). He was just sending all his marks. And my dad happened to go by that way. He saw his marks. Especially his maths marks. He got 92, while on the other hand I barely managed to pass in that(you got it right, I hate maths too). The look on his face was one of its kind. Disapproval written all over his face. I could practically hear his mind voice screaming “He should have been my son, not you.” Well its not my fault that I take after my mum when it comes to the department of maths, right?
I have always heard about becoming popular over night. I experienced it today. No matter how much ever I tried to hide myself, some how one or the other staff spotted me and started interrogating. Even the peon wouldn’t leave me. It was like the national interrogation day.
Believe me I was made to stand out side the principal’s office just to get my leave form signed. And you wouldn’t meet a stupider person than him. He wouldn’t talk to the student directly. He will instruct the peon, and the peon after lecturing you for another 10 minutes on his behalf would let you go. I spent nearly an hour trying to get my leave form signed. This all happened inspite of my dad coming over to college to get excuse for me. Well, my dad was a bit late (now I know where I got my punctuality skills from) and for that my principal made me write a letter telling that my dad would come later in the morning and that I may please be allowed to write the exam ( why doesn’t he understand I don’t give a damn about his exam?). So finally I was let to write my exam. I wouldn’t say the exam was great, but it could have been worse. Tomorrow is chemistry, my favorite subject. I better go and study. Bye!