There's hardly any need for me to mention here that I'm super bored and that I wouldn't have been any more bored if I had been working on translating Pride and Prejudice into some esoteric Tribal language in the middle of a blizzard in Antarctica. My exams seem to be going on and on, and although I can comfort myself momentarily with the thought that I have only until Tuesday to harass my brain thus, it never fails to disturb me that this harassment has yet to reach its inglorious peak. Hell, I've got History on Monday, and if there's anyone out there who'd like to contradict me when I say History is hopelessly boring and pointlessly difficult, he may speak up, for him I have offended. What's even more disturbing is the fact that the miserable Slam Dunk category is now virtually dead. While the Naruto and Bleach archives have 3-5 new pages per day, the Slam Dunk category has 3-5 new months per page. The current record is exactly a month, but don't get to complacent, because the months will start becoming years soon enough. And the next thing you know, when someone visits the Slam Dunk archive they're going to say, "Oh, my! A story hasn't been posted here in the past ten years!"
So today, after our chemistry test, the entire tenth grade was taken to this microbiology center, which also does conducts research on chemistry and physics and stuff, and I swear I felt as though I'd stepped into a different part of the country. I mean, I've never been to this particular part of this city before, and juxtaposing it with the area I live in, an observer would inevitably go, "This sure is a different part part of the country." It was ancient, I tell you, and it didn't seem the most welcoming place. Okay, when I say ancient I don't exactly mean "Wow! A dinosaur bone!" I mean that the place was certainly inhabited before Indian independence and hence very little signs of development. The place had an air of primitiveness, and the air itself had a lot of dust and smoke - too much to bear, actually. But fortunately, like all good science centers, this particular one was air-conditioned. We saw a lot of interesting stuff and as many boring stuff, and in the end it was decided that we would have been better off without this little outing that cost us all precious time and, me in particular, sanity. It was so ridiculously hot there! The sun was glaring down on me as if I had killed its mother, and gosh, this was in mid-September! The only thought I had to comfort myself with was, Thank goodness it isn't May! And we returned to school, and without a second glance backward, I walked briskly to where my car was parked, and returned home as quickly as possible.
But the torture didn't end just there, because if you'd thought after all this I would get even a moment's respite, you were wrong, because the moment I reached home and finished my lunch, I went straight to my bedroom to study the one subject that frightens me to the marrow of my bones: Hindi. Yes, Hindi. It's so frightfully frightful that I really wonder why my hair hasn't grayed already. I barely had enough time to study all the chapters, and now, after dinner, I'll have to read grammar! And goodness knows if I'll remember any of the crap by tomorrow. Hell, it's a three-hour test, which means three hours of being tortured to death! I swear, I'm not going to give a second glance at my test paper once I return from school, and I swear, I'll not give a damn about how I'll have done.
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