I've been attending some coaching class or the other, effectively for the past 3 years. As a girl who used to boast of a tuition-free childhood, I'm now shunting between school, tuitions and coaching classes every day. There is nothing remarkable about it, sadly; because it's not just my sad story; it's what nearly science student goes through.
School, is the regular old school, infested with some no-nonsense teachers, some naively straight teachers… basically a myriad of men and women, who in spite of their best efforts fail to get my attention. Tuitions are possibly the only time when i actually pay attention and something actually gets into my head.
Now I come to the coaching classes. This is the toughest and the most dreary part of the day. Spanning over three long hours; I sit, trying hard, like, really hard to get stuff into my head. Shamelessly, I ask the silliest questions to ward off even the slightest speck of iffyness in my head but all goes in vain when I'm confronted with a "problem" as they say. One tiny problem that ideally should trigger a spark in my nerves and come up with the answer, instead, it lies there; on that white sheet of paper idly staring back at me. While I try to use my brains the fellow boys in my class who are enviably intelligent blurt out the answer and I sit there; staring stupidly, with my mouth wide open with awe.
It's going to be like this for the next two years, no doubt. It's going to be hell like, tormenting and what not. I will be a body on the earth which will be subjected to forces more than just gravitational force. But even though this 'problem' wont leave, comfort is always available. As spiteful as it may sound, I feel comforted when my friends fail to understand the theory I clearly suck at; the fact that we're all on the same boat really helps me in sailing through this ocean of science; the waves that swept me off my sweet life till grade 10, but hopefully the waves and mother nature will be nice enough to sail me through safely and quickly to the shore.
School, is the regular old school, infested with some no-nonsense teachers, some naively straight teachers… basically a myriad of men and women, who in spite of their best efforts fail to get my attention. Tuitions are possibly the only time when i actually pay attention and something actually gets into my head.
Now I come to the coaching classes. This is the toughest and the most dreary part of the day. Spanning over three long hours; I sit, trying hard, like, really hard to get stuff into my head. Shamelessly, I ask the silliest questions to ward off even the slightest speck of iffyness in my head but all goes in vain when I'm confronted with a "problem" as they say. One tiny problem that ideally should trigger a spark in my nerves and come up with the answer, instead, it lies there; on that white sheet of paper idly staring back at me. While I try to use my brains the fellow boys in my class who are enviably intelligent blurt out the answer and I sit there; staring stupidly, with my mouth wide open with awe.
It's going to be like this for the next two years, no doubt. It's going to be hell like, tormenting and what not. I will be a body on the earth which will be subjected to forces more than just gravitational force. But even though this 'problem' wont leave, comfort is always available. As spiteful as it may sound, I feel comforted when my friends fail to understand the theory I clearly suck at; the fact that we're all on the same boat really helps me in sailing through this ocean of science; the waves that swept me off my sweet life till grade 10, but hopefully the waves and mother nature will be nice enough to sail me through safely and quickly to the shore.
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