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Monday, October 16, 2006
I couldn’t believe it.
Let’s scroll back in time. Make it last Sunday morning. Yes, yesterday. I woke up from a ‘nap’ after Fajr. I tried to remember my plan. I realized that I had no plan. I looked around in my bedroom, searching for a plan. I spotted something else. A textbook. Wow, I thought, I have an exam tomorrow. I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows, dragged that textbook into my lap and opened it. I stared at it for about five minutes. Another realization came. This wasn’t the textbook that I was supposed to read. I concentrated, and then I concentrated hard. I wanted to search for the required textbook, so I concentrated really hard. Finally, a light bulb popped above my head, glowing its wisdom upon me. I then remembered that the required textbook exists in my possession, but in electronic format.
I took a deep breath and switched my computer on. I opened the file explorer. Instead, Mozilla Firefox appeared on the screen. Oh my, I am still sleepy. But what’s the harm in surfing the Internet for a while? Within a minute, I found my computer connected to the Internet. Then I found myself opening new tabs and new websites. Boy, I love the Internet. An hour passed. Then two. Something started to pinch me. Ouch, it’s hurting. What’s wrong? Another light bulb popped up, this time hitting me on the head. Ah yes, the textbook. I closed all the tabs. I closed Mozilla Firefox. I opened the textbook.
I started reading. I read, and read. And then I read some more. And even more. I deciphered each and every equation, each and every function, each and every variable. I didn’t miss a thing. I didn’t miss a dot. I felt proud. I reclined back into my chair. I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath. Deeeeeep breath. And then something started hitting me on my head. Repeatedly. Mercilessly. I opened my eyes. It was the light bulb again. What the? I looked at the textbook. I had been reading the wrong chapters.
I stood up and walked out. I grabbed the newspaper. I read the newspaper. The day passed just like that.
At night, I again switched my computer on. This time I browsed the textbook carefully. I marked the chapters to read. I noted down the points needing more attention. Then I went to sleep.
I woke up again in the morning. Today’s morning. Exam is at 1240 hours, I yawned. Crash. The light bulb smashed against my skull. All right, all right, I am studying. Don’t kill me. I opened the textbook. I grabbed my notebook. I furiously scribbled on my notebook. I reworked difficult concepts. I reworked difficult examples. I reworked difficult problems. I reworked everything difficult. And still the light bulb. WHAT? 1200 hours. I was running out of time.
I reached the university. “How’s your prep?” “It sucks.”
I entered the examination hall. I took my seat. Don’t worry. You practised everything difficult. It’s gonna be a piece of cake. Nah, it’s Ramadan. I don’t need no cakes. Our instructor entered. We looked at him. He distributed the exam booklets. I opened mine. I browsed the questions. Nothing was difficult. Everything was easy. I hadn’t prepared anything easy.
I couldn’t believe it.