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My wait was over and I got the English question paper from the hands of a cute male teacher. As it came to my hands I flipped it over and whispered ‘Space shuttle’. No, the first sentence of the page read ‘In 1942’.This is when the whole question paper saga ended for me .I was so dependent on the question papers that I had hardly gone through the text. Now, I know that I can’t have fun with studies. The English and Nepali exams went okay. But the real drama started on the day of physics. I attempted the theory portion but wasn’t able to do any of the numerical and most of the short answers questions. The theory wasn’t going to pass me so; I decided to ask for help. There behind me she was a beautiful lady who was fighting for time more than anything else. I asked her to show the numerical of the first copy after she was writing on the added on. But she got dumb. She didn’t bother a single shit I asked her. Then I left it as my fate. Then chemistry exam came on, and something happened which I had never expected to happen, I knew answers of about 75% of the questions. And, you know what happened next. The lady behind me was seeking for help and by my knowledge was struggling to pass. Then, she scratched me on my back and asked to show the answers of Q.22a. I said to her that I was answering Q.24 and asked her to copy it. But, I don’t know what was going through her brain, she didn’t care about me. She just wanted her answers. I insisted on what she asked, and then she started crying ‘I will fail’. She badly puzzled me.