My experiences in college

Once upon a time, when I was a Science student, cramming up was all I knew! Those theories and concepts never exactly went inside my head, and I was left with the last option of cramming up everything and vomiting it on the answer script! My affinities lay towards Humanities and shifting to Humanities was always a back up option. So in the end, when my mind shifted track from being a doctor to a student of Humanities, this was a nightmare come true for everyone else. But I had it all fixed in my mind. I was going to apply for a major in English in some good college and study the subject I loved the most.

So now, I am an English graduate student, doing my graduation from a not-so-good college, but which guarantees me a recognized degree! And studying English isn't exactly a cakewalk as I thought! The English I did in my Higher Secondary and that, which I am doing now, has a vast difference. But now that things have become easier, I have completely forgotten how to study. I hardly study nowadays and just spend my time lazing around. It is definitely not a very positive sign, I know, but what to do?! Moreover to my dismay and my relief, my dad's an English professor (HOD) of the same not-so-good college that I'm in! To everyone else, my life is nothing but a bed of roses right now. But trust me; having a parent in the place where you study is nothing short of a nightmare! Every action that you do is monitored closely. The worst part of it is I can't bunk classes. The whole fun of going to a college is lost! And the trauma of facing your dad teaching you is unspeakable! The 1st semester was spent in trying to adjust myself to the fact that the person standing and speaking in the dais in not my dad, but my teacher. And the difficulties of keeping a straight face… oh my god! It was often a wonder how I would control myself and not burst out laughing at his lectures! And the worst part of it all, everyone knows me, but I don't know anyone. So one fine day, I walk along the college corridor and suddenly a student comes up to me and starts talking, as if we are long lost friends. Imagine how awkward the situation is when she tells me "see you next time Prateeti" and in my head I ask her "Umm… what's your name miss?" By now I have become used to such situations and descriptions such as "That specky girl" or "english department's HOD's daughter". The English department of my college is one of the most terrorizing departments in the college and I'm the daughter of The Terror King (my dad)! So that has a positive effect too. Everyone in my college is scared of Me! That is definitely a first. I hold an elevated position among the students, you know like some celebrity kid! The fact that everyone is conscious of what they are talking with me or around me, makes me feel very happy. And funniest of all, since I talk less, people think I am a total no-nonsense, Miss-two-Goodie-Shoes kind of girl! I don't remember when the last time was when anyone thought like that about me! But I try to maintain my reputation of being a no-nonsense kind of person. It definitely helps in getting your way around when things are in a tight spot! ;) I have just one and a half more years left to get out of this college. Till then, I just need to concentrate on my classes (especially my dad's) and score decent marks and oh yes, maintain my "reputation"!

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