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Bored Exams

Hello, all! For the first time ever (I wish), I'm returning from a long break (because we all know there weren't any others, right? Right guys?). Alright, it may not be my first ever long break, but it certainly is the first time that I'm fully exploring the cause behind it. My most recent hiatus has been the result  of that terror of all students, the board exams.

The board exams, or public exams, for those of you who have spent the greater portion of your lives under rocks, are a set of examinations set by a group of out-of-touch old men sitting in Delhi. OK, no, they're not out of touch. I'm sure they're all supremely intelligent people and actually quite nice once you get to know them. The trouble is, though, I don't know them, and so as far as I'm concerned, they're a gang of Faceless Fiends who have made my life for the past two months into something which makes Dante's descent into the inferno seem like a slow stroll through the park.

For those of us who study under the ICSE board, the horror started towards the tail end of February and went on horrifying for the greater part of the month of March. ONE MONTH of absolute slogging. Now, this would be completely fine if we had, say, twenty subjects (actually, it wouldn't, why on earth would we need twenty subjects?), but considering we only have ten subjects, this strikes me as a monumental waste of time. Let's face it, no matter how slow a reader you are, you don't NEED six days to study 175 pages.

The other really awful thing is that the horror didn't really start on the 29th of February. Oh, no, our travails as students began a good two to three months before, when we had to give up all the little pleasures of life like spending several hours doing absolutely nothing productive, and bury our noses in our textbooks and do our very best not to be lulled into a gentle snooze by their somnolent, dry prose.

My point here is that the board exams are completely unnecessary. They seem to be calculated to ruin the lives of children everywhere. All they do is force us to spend obscene amounts of time studying - time which we could probably have spent doing more productive things. Or at least, more fun things. What I propose is that we simply cancel all further board exams. I also suggest that we make it a criminal offense to represent that bane of the existence of children everywhere, the ICSE board.            

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