I went to McDonald’s after school yesterday because my tired brain needed some junk food to rejuvenate itself. Had a burger there and brought one home for dinner because I wanted to do so. Went to a bookstore in the same mall after that and checked out a few books that I thought I should buy after the boards get over—among them, several of P.G. Wodehouse’s. I didn’t really find anything great over there. The Classics section was hopelessly deficient in books of any worth (at least the way I saw it), so I didn’t suppose that the other sections had anything worth reading either.
I had my environmental education exam today, and believe me—when I say it was shit, I mean it was a mountain of unadulterated, rotting dung. Among all the tests I’ve written so far (except for physics—physics was hopeless) this test was the worst. For one thing, I can scarcely fathom the kind of retardation that led the Council to augment our already tall pile of textbooks with another one. Environmental education may superfically appear to be a hip and happening subject—since every country on the face of this planet has a moral obligation to make the world as uninhabitable as possible—but when one looks deeper into the res, it becomes clear that environmental education is nothing but an enormous waste of time and mindspace. To get down to the point, my test was a total disaster today, and would that I were exaggerating right now. I knew from the start that I couldn’t finish 30 motherfucking chapters in one goddamn day, so I decided to skim through the majority of them and hope that the questions they ask are easy, and rely on my commonsense and intuition to answer them. But sadly, the only thing intelligent about the test was the fact that it was written on paper and not banana leaves. I have to be honest with myself: I was overconfident. But in my defense, overconfidence is more than natural, considering the retardation one has to put up with in the form of that odious subject. I mean, if people taught that kind of environmental education to real environmentalists, doomsday would arrive sooner than expected. Who even cares what the primitive and underdeveloped peoples of the world—viz. the exalted tribal people, on whom we had two freaking chapters—are up to? Certainly not I. I have a lot more important things to think about, such as ways to develop humanity. The E.E. dudes can go ahead and rack their brains and try and figure out ways to stagnate development, and later reverse development altogether. Their loss anyway.
Let’s start getting pessimistic already: I have history tomorrow. Oh joy. The biggest question that’s plaguing my poor brain right now is not how much time I should set aside to study, but if I shall be able to finish studying at all. It certainly seems unlikely—what with a grand total of 27 chapters to study and my having finished only 7. The fact that I already did study the remaining twenty (except for one, I think) a week ago offers less consolation than it ordinarily should, because, as I realize now, I haven’t managed to retain much. I’ll skim through the 10 or so chapters in Book 1 (Indian History) later in the evening, and then force myself to study civics as though my metabolism depends on it. Civics, just so you know, comprises 7 of the 27 chapters in the abomination that is History/Civics. I’m not given to politically ambitious thinking, and the contingency of that changing seems rather far in the near or distant future. Hence, civics remains a piece of shit and an unnecessary evil; something on which 30 of the 80 marks depends. I’ll let you know tomorrow how badly (or, hopefully, otherwise) the test went. But for now, suffice it to say that the likelihood of my, or anybody else’s, doing well in that test is a little further than a distant dream.
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