To Err is Ice..!
To err is human. But my friends say ‘To err is ice’. If I compile a list of all the blunders I have committed, the moderators will probably block my id for spamming the forum. So I will stop with 4.
I was in 6th. It was half yearly exam. I was preparing for History desperately trying to remember who did what when and why when my friend dashed into my house. “Ice, can I borrow your history notes? I will take a copy and give back tomorrow” Did I hear her correctly? “If you take my notes how will I prepare?” Now it was her turn to stare. “Aren’t you studying Tamil?” I was at total loss of words. What actually happened was, while taking note of the exam time table, I skipped Language II and copied the next exam History. From then on, till my 12th, my mom never failed to cross-check with my friends.
But unfortunately the same incident repeated when I was in my 7th. The best (or rather worst) part was none of my friends came to my house, so I studied for biology exam and went to my school. Entering the class room, I started wondering why my class mates were solving maths problems. Then I realized the blunder I made. But ironically I scored high marks in maths than biology.
Did I learn from my previous mistake? NO. I was in 8th. It was annual exam and I was sitting in the exam hall examining my question paper. I was amused seeing how easy the questions were and finished by 1 hour and walked out head high in the air. When the exam was over, I started discussing the paper with my friends only to realize to my horror that my question paper was printed on one side only. The remaining evening was spent in persuading my staff to permit me to write a re-exam.
I was in my 1st year engineering college. It was chemistry practical exam. I finished early and walked out to collect my record book. Up and down, left and right, I could not find it anywhere. I asked all my friends and no one positively saw it. The next day in college, my chemistry sir gave me this brilliant idea of announcing in each and every class. I was welcomed in most of the classes with my famous adjectives ‘Kuchi’ (stick) ice, ‘cup’ ice, ‘cone’ ice and some guys were generous enough to hand over their books. Finally the next day I decided to buy a new book when this guy whom I have never seen before gave his book and went. Puzzled I opened the book and to my utter amazement found my name on it. I never understood how he got confused between his name and mine. But the episode was not over. The next 2 days I got ‘N’ number of advices (for no mistake of mine) from almost the entire college (extensive popularity thanks to my chemistry sir) that I even thought of writing a book ‘How to keep a record book safe?’
I was in 6th. It was half yearly exam. I was preparing for History desperately trying to remember who did what when and why when my friend dashed into my house. “Ice, can I borrow your history notes? I will take a copy and give back tomorrow” Did I hear her correctly? “If you take my notes how will I prepare?” Now it was her turn to stare. “Aren’t you studying Tamil?” I was at total loss of words. What actually happened was, while taking note of the exam time table, I skipped Language II and copied the next exam History. From then on, till my 12th, my mom never failed to cross-check with my friends.
But unfortunately the same incident repeated when I was in my 7th. The best (or rather worst) part was none of my friends came to my house, so I studied for biology exam and went to my school. Entering the class room, I started wondering why my class mates were solving maths problems. Then I realized the blunder I made. But ironically I scored high marks in maths than biology.
Did I learn from my previous mistake? NO. I was in 8th. It was annual exam and I was sitting in the exam hall examining my question paper. I was amused seeing how easy the questions were and finished by 1 hour and walked out head high in the air. When the exam was over, I started discussing the paper with my friends only to realize to my horror that my question paper was printed on one side only. The remaining evening was spent in persuading my staff to permit me to write a re-exam.
I was in my 1st year engineering college. It was chemistry practical exam. I finished early and walked out to collect my record book. Up and down, left and right, I could not find it anywhere. I asked all my friends and no one positively saw it. The next day in college, my chemistry sir gave me this brilliant idea of announcing in each and every class. I was welcomed in most of the classes with my famous adjectives ‘Kuchi’ (stick) ice, ‘cup’ ice, ‘cone’ ice and some guys were generous enough to hand over their books. Finally the next day I decided to buy a new book when this guy whom I have never seen before gave his book and went. Puzzled I opened the book and to my utter amazement found my name on it. I never understood how he got confused between his name and mine. But the episode was not over. The next 2 days I got ‘N’ number of advices (for no mistake of mine) from almost the entire college (extensive popularity thanks to my chemistry sir) that I even thought of writing a book ‘How to keep a record book safe?’
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