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I know I am clever and I am not thick
but final exams tend to make me feel sick.
I’m sure they’re a way to ensure I see
that I’m not as bright as I’m meant to be.
I’ve attended my classes and learned all I could
revised and revised as much as I should.
so why am I feeling that I’ll never know
all of the answers exams at me throw.
Being quite happy is normally my way
but sitting exams makes me panic each day.
I’ve done my revision so how can I lose
but still find I suffer from pre exam blues
I sure I’ll get A’s in all that I do
except for the F’s and the D’s in a few.
but maybe ‘m thick, oh I don’t really know,
(should I stay at home and not bother to go).
Time is the answer when all’s said and done,
it then may be worth butterflies in my tum
for if I do well it will be worth all the pain
for then I can study for more tests again!
Ivor G Davies
I experienced Zoltar Machine once
to play the most funny game per chance.
My friend bought that to have entertainment.
To spend my leisure time , one day I went.
I inserted coin : Machine was on.
Human face was shown as I pressed icon.
Animatronic figure addressed 'Hi ! Dear ,
I will forecast your fortune, do you hear ?'
" So nice ! May I ask you a question ?'
“ Please do : I'll suggest the solution.
Assuring I'm always analytic
No blind faith, my approach is realistic.
Actually I am fortune -teller.
I will judge and explain, then to de declare :
You are free to take final decision.
Follow my advice , but no compulsion.”
" I do not study, but throughout the day
I go on gossipping and love to play.
I can make myself busy in music.
Dance and drama also make me frolic.
“ To pass my exams may I pray to God ?”
“ Silly idea, ridiculous, odd.
Oh Dear ! God is not your fortune- maker.
Be attentive to study, that is better “
"Please instruct me, easy path to follow.
How can I attain good luck ? Do you know ?"
There is no royal road to learning ."
Zoltar vanished : Machine stopped brightening..
When school kids sit those maths tests,
A couple of times each year,
They get that pale stressed look from
No sleep and that “failure” fear.
Wearily streaming through the tired doors
Students trudge into the hall.
Pens and rubbers all align,
The creaking clock up on the wall.
Arranging the hall for the test
Seats and tables stand aligned.
No cheating is ever possible,
Students sit alone, sort of blind.
And the exam is sterile, black on white,
Answers are right or wrong.
And the questions are all graded to be about an hour long.
Then it starts, hair gets tossed,
Eyes glance, “sniff”- a tissue.
Clumsy sketches, sitting sideways
On plastic chairs becomes an issue.
Pictures, fidgets, graffiti and tapping,
Hats off, fingers tell the truth.
Hands up, “Can I go to the toilet?”
“Yes, be quick, don’t dawdle Ruth.”
Well, maths tests aren’t meant to be fun,
You won’t laugh, smile, or sing.
And quadratic algebra doesn’t really
Get used for anything.
And the square root of the unknown function
Forms perfect curvy surds.
Should we expect a teenage kid
To care about these words?
And finally, the air hostess,
Straight hair, microphone and smile,
Gives exit instructions in rehearsed monotone,
“Please leave via the isle”.
To kids, another maths test,
Another day at school.
At home they’ll play their Halo
Or just chill out in their pool.
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A ride I rode with pride,
A ride that never fades.
A ride that still guides
Through all life’s different shades.
On a beautiful spring morning,
With a handful of popsicles,
I sat on my dad’s bicycle
Like a princess full of grace.
In a dress with white lace,
I went on a ride with my dad.
A ride I rode
with pride.
The cool breeze kissed my face;
No race, nothing to chase.
My dad’s arm I just embraced.
I closed my eyes,
Slept and shifted to a place
Where no one could trace.
A ride I rode
with pride.
I rued about my exams,
Scared of my madam.
I complained of life's scams;
I cried all the "damns."
Still, he remained calm,
Making me feel the warmth.
It was a ride
I rode the other day,
with pride.
When to press the brake,
When to take a break.
When to ride fast,
When to slow the pace.
When to join the race,
And when not to chase.
I learned all of life’s lessons
Through those buoyant bicycle rides.
A street with ups and downs,
A street about to drown,
I crossed every worst street of town,
With no crick and no pain;
Never fallen, my crown,
He never let it fall down.
It was a ride I rode,
Where the seeds of hope
were sown by Dad.
Through this life of ups and downs,
Through the life of this crowned clown,
He rode with me along;
Never made me feel alone.
Now the bicycle is still here,
But he is no longer near.
But the stories he told,
And the advice he shared, still resound.
Deep in my heart, his words echo
More than enough to soothe my ache.
Those bicycle rides were my life’s best phases,
And through his lessons, my dad still drives.
March -24-2026
School
A teacher smiles with the bad news
He won’t get his grades, in their view
He’s wasted ten years attending school
he’s good in PE and the swimming pool
It’s last-ditch, with exams months away
At ten parent’s evenings they failed to say
Gave you no warning until it’s too late
And abandoned your child to their fate
They worry about the school’s reputation
Lied constantly about your kid’s education
Sit in the corner, out of the way, amused
Difficult to teach him, leave him confused
Previous parent’s evenings, nothing but smiles
Sent you off happy, oblivious of trials
Misled you till now, dyslexia diagnosed
Exonerates the school, who’re never exposed.
Lesson learned, school’s lie, don’t trust
At parent’s evenings, questioning a must.
David Cox 14/01/23
Consolation prizes are always small and devastatingly adequate.
We've all taken tests - if you haven't - I want your secret.
We (my study group) spent two weeks at my place (6th Ave).
prepping for finals - which are now only half complete.
These tests take everything we've learned this year in separate modules, like anatomy, physiology, pharmacology - and compresses them, like doppio - questioning not just the fact, but where it
belongs, and how it fits the whole. Eeeeek!
Working in a group makes studying feel less like punishment,
and more like prep for a game we might win.
There are four of us - Emma, Léah, Chloé and me.
Emma’s all sharp synthesis - capable of organizing any chaos,
Léah spots the strange detail, the hidden thread, that no one else saw,
Chloé brings speed - she has near total-recall,
and I'm good at naming patterns and tying up loose-threads
- Said slightly more poetically..
We’re optimized girls
who score higher than everyone else
high-yield, low-maintenance types
hydrated by iced coffee and espressos.
We know the names of things
we know you inside out
We've learned to perform concern
in a medically appropriate register,
because we know what's theoretically possible.
We abbreviate, speaking in acronyms like Navajo code-talkers,
because our frank opinions are socially discouraged.
We've learned to speak clearly about bodies,
while getting less time to enjoy our own.
Our tests are half-way done. I think If we stopped - just stopped doing the work - the silence would be enormous, like stepping out of a machine, that was louder than we knew
- but no one’s stopping.
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Songs for this:
Smash by Born At Midnite
Paraiso by Pearl & The Oysters
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Doppio = double espresso
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It's a week-long series of tests in: Anatomy, physiology, pharmacology, cell biology, genetics, biochemistry, clinical basics, drug basics, Semiology, Cardiovascular & Respiratory Systems, and Cell & Tissue Biopathology.
My average means I don’t have to take final exams.
So my bachelor's degree is a finished product.
I cranked it out, all that’s left now is the walk (May 18th).
Let’s call it my nearly forgotten masterpiece.
My schedule says that I start a 1-year ‘master of public health’ degree in 38 days.
It was my mom’s idea. She said, “You need to keep active” (pre- med-school).
It sounds crazier to me now than it did last year, when I was accepted and agreed.
Now, I feel like some chary, aging showgirl who’s about to be hustled back on-stage.
But what’s life without massive compromise?
Anyway, don’t cry for me. I’m still sizing it all up, I’ll figure it out.
I suppose we’re all out there hustling.
It’s our response to slowing med-school admissions,
those glitches in the medical, industrial education complex
or that’s how the narrative’s shaped, anyway.
It’s not the additional work that bothers me, I’m regular worker bee,
It’s the perma-threat of loneliness.
I’m already packing. Leaving feels real
and I'm surfing this maudlin wave tonight—shading deep blue.
The simple march of time will take away friends I’ve grown to love.
We’ve allegorised and transformed one another by proximity.
I’ve really loved it here.
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Songs for this:
Graduation (Friends Forever) by Vitamin C
Graduation Day by Tony Rivers & The Castaways
My sweet childhood
Oh this classroom of August,
Oh the heat and humidity,
Oh the teacher still taking lessons,
Oh such thick book and a long lesson,
Oh nothing going into my head,
Oh let them teach.. bla bla bla,
Can anyone tell what use it will be ?
I will get good scores mom says,
I will get good ranking in exams,
I will be selected for higher studies,
I will get a good job,
I will get good money,
I will live happy further after,
May I tell you what am I losing now ?
My little childhood joys,
My plays with the toys,
My lovely playground,
My desire to sing and dance,
My desire to meet friends,
My desire to google on tab,
My desire to download,
Am I not losing my present?
Take me to the sea so vast,
Take me where breeze blows fast,
Take me to the greener earth,
Take me to garden of flowers,
Take me where love has no dearth,
Take me where birds freely fly,
Take me where animals play hide and seek,
Let nature be my classroom and God my teacher !!
Let Him teach me fly sky high,
Let Him teach me climb mountains so rough,
Let Him teach me dive deeper in sea,
Let Him drive me into right emotions,
Let Him give me lessons on humanity,
Is there any teacher greater than Him ??
Hence don't show me books and school !!
Inspired by Dr Suess' way to writing poems for children
Written August 28th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
A childhood memory, i vividly remember...
I was detected with blood cancer, doctor told I will not live for more than 6 months.
That day we all cried like I had actually died
It was the toughest period of my life
I would have nightmares of death coming to pick me up
I remember telling my parents to adopt a child
Not to cry
I died thousand death's every day
I asked again and again why me?
I wanted to live
I was good in studies
I want to make my parents proud
After eight months of ordeal I was finally cured
It was the happiest day of my life.
Doctors said it was a miracle
Back home from hospital, I was confused
It was my board exams only one month was left
(Board exams are very crucial in India for career)
We met principal she had everything ready,
she said "you are intelligent. I am confident you will shine
Remember when you study with absolute concentration without thinking of anything especially results miracles happen"
I was not convinced.
Mother gently told me result is not in your hands don't think of it.
But this one month is in your hands work with concentration,
Follow what principal said, have no thoughts except the lesson in front.
'You mean thoughtless absolute concentration?" I reconfirmed
"Yes" she nodded.
I did as she told, worked hard,
Wrote my exams without any thoughts, tension, expectation
I got 82%! School Topper.
I was beyond myself with joy, frankly pleasantly surprised.
I met my principal, she smiled and said " If you work with absolute concentration miracles happen. Now you believe?"
I nodded. " You were right Man."
A valuable lesson was learnt that day.
Date: 7/31/2020
4th position
We have too little time not to use it wisely
I was enjoying lunch
a sandwich with some potato chip crunch
when it hit me like a rush
- I’m in a cult!
The girls at my table
Emma, Léah and Chloé,
my solid, study group three
all dress alike, more or less
we're all doing the same things
we study, laugh too loudly at nothing,
we romanticize burnout as a sort of chic
we compare our grades like horoscopes,
and we're all somewhere on the caffeine curve
To join our little group
you must know what an osmole is
and you must be slightly behind
but never admit how far
Like all cults there are rules,
we must pretend it’s all manageable,
and insist, to everyone, that “I’m fine.”
Emma says she dreams of Anki now.
Léah hasn’t texted her mother back in three weeks.
Chloé swears she’ll quit after this year,
which we all accept as part of the liturgy
because she's not even trying to leave.
As we eat, we scroll, and diagnose each other casually,
triaging the stages and conditions of early 20s life
“Did that guy ever call?”
It's hard to find a guy who understands
why you'd cancel plans to memorize something
We say, “it’s probably nothing”
with the authority of girls who know it's probably everything.
Anyway, my sandwich is gone, the chips too
someone mentions exams
(We’ve 13 days until first year final exams)
and we all stand up at once,
like we’ve heard a bell.
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Songs for this:
BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish
WHERE IS MY HUSBAND! by RAYE
Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) by Taylor Swift
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Anki - a flashcard app for spaced-repetition memorization