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Why Viva Why?

Viva. The very thought of it strikes such terror in my head that I feel the need to crap at the very same instant at which I feel constipated. Don't ask how - you're either born with it, or, well, you're not.

As it is, this is the type of examination that I dread the most - and on top of that, since I had barely attended any lectures this semester and had only managed to clear the internals thanks to the question banks so generously provided by the profs, I was in big trouble. On top of that, the sadists at college decided not to give us gaps between them. And on top of that even, there were not one or two but six (SIX!) subjects this time, two of them with practicals attached. Oh, my number happens to be at the fag end in a class of 80, so it's a pain having to wait the whole day for your turn to come (it is ALWAYS after the examiners' lunch break), especially if you're recovering from a major illness.

Coming up, a series of brief posts about each of them. Just the thought of it makes me wanna puke. No, not the posts - the vivas.

2 comments:

  1. Heh? Scared of vivas? Or do you find the viva experience really harrowing?

    Relax! I don't think vivas have as much weightage as the full-fledged exams. Do they?

    Why worry about something as trivial as a viva then?

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  2. Shit scared. Never get used to it. They don't have the weightage but in our college, they actually flunk you - not based on your answers or the lack of it, but your face value. Sadists.

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