3 weeks

Three weeks seems like a really long time. Especially when its the last three weeks of the academic year, a year that has been spent in mind numbing classroom like, rigid conditions.

OK. Maybe its an exaggeration. So I didn't spend ALL my time in a classroom. But, on the other hand, I barely spent any time outdoors.

But this is the longest three weeks of my life (excluding the time I spent in Vellore, which is a totally different story). Also very stressful. Here's why:

1. I have ALL INDIA level entrance exams EVERY Sunday. And on a few Saturdays.
2. I am constantly terrorised by the thought of my impending results in the above mentioned tests.
3. These results usually appear in clumps of two or three at a time
4. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THESE STUPID TESTS TO GET OVER. The waiting is just driving me nuts

I guess I'm happy they're going to be ending. And I learnt a LOT this year. Not only academically, but also in terms of getting to know myself better.

And I went from feeling complete and total DISGUST towards the idea of coaching to feeling extremely grateful to Aakash Institute.

My advice to any PMT Aspirer:
Don't dismiss the idea of coaching. There is NO substitute for classroom teaching. And chances are the faculty you find at the coaching centre will be WAY better than the teachers who taught you in school. Its completely and totally worth the money you'll be spending, even if all you do is attend the classes regularly. So swallow your pride and give it an honest try.

There.
I sound like a PMT topper, don't I?

I am SO getting into AIIMS. (I hope you caught the sarcasm)

The AFMC Paper this year was way tougher than ever before (going by AFMC standards). I ran out of time, but everyone I met said they did too. Hmmm. And I forgot to wear a watch that day. WHICH MADE IT WORSE.

No use crying over spilt milk. (Not that I'm going to stop crying over it). Whatever.