The perfectly average day-part2

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So i thoroughly observe the class and pick my seat behind the huge guy(believe me,he's huge compared to me) in the footer jersey...15 minutes into my sleep, i am rudely awoken by a commotion in the class...seems like someone picked the wrong seat to sleep in today...i watched in pity as he dragged himself(or was it the prof dragging him??? I'm not sure) over to the first bench...that is an advantage of being underweight...by now i had lost my sleep and the class was anyway over...so i tried to listen to the prof(stress on tried)...luckily for me,by the time i opened my book,the class was over...now came the hard part...i had cut one-fourth of this class by being late....but now i had to sit through a full hour of one of the most boring classes this semester....the very thought put me off to sleep again...that is until the junta of the next class came and kicked me out of the class....thoroughly dispirited,i walk over to my class...and sit in the second bench...if u think that i wanted to study,you are as wrong as u could be...u see,the prof likes to act the joker sometimes and there is lot of banging on the benches stuff going on the back...so the front rows are safest to sleep in this class...the class begins and as usual,pandemonium reigns...i think i may have been more irritated than even the prof at this,as i had slept very late watching movies and desperately wanted to sleep...somehow, i live through that one hour of utter despair and make it into the lunch break....feeling a bit better,i take my bag(why do i even bring it to class!!!)and hop on my cycle..ignoring the groans of my tyres,i pedal on towards my goal...the mess


the mess(hats off to the person who named it like that,cause it is a mess)....i leave my bag(and appetite) outside and slowly fill my plate with foreign objects....i find some of my friends chatting in the corner so i head over there...as i started to sort out the items in my plate,they started to discuss about their grades...needless to say,i was very quiet from then on(one should never talk with his mouth full)...when i felt that those guys would go on for ever,we are sprayed with curd...someone managed to knock over his plate so hard...that was the final straw for me....abandoning whatever is left on my plate,i make a run for it......

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The perfectly average day-part 1

As always,the average day of the average 'iitian' begins with the alarm....or in my case,my roomie
...we have a class at 8 as usual....and i rub my eyes and get up at 7:45....the room is empty....an ominous sign in itself.....i frantically search for my note book....
to my relief,i finally found it under my roomie's bed....must have tried to run off on me
7.55....frantically i search through the book,trying to get to that magic page....where i have my attendance record.....today it seems peace....i have 3 more attendance left....
ignoring the sounds of the 'muggu' junta trying to get to class on time,i turn to my comp and logon....to my utter delight, i don't seem to be alone in this pastime of bunking that many of my friends and iitm profs equally fail to understand......some one has challenged me to a game of aoe(to the low funda junta--it is age of empires)....so i start.....working harder than ever before....building mills,farms and what not....for the next two hours....by that time, my roomie comes back with his book full of notes and brain full of useless crap....he spares me a look of pity(which i try to ignore) and asks me why i didn't go to class....wow,is that even a question????even if it is,it has been asked thousands of times before....we are anyway not here for mugging right!!!

It's 10 and time for the most dreaded class of all(guess which)....all my happiness vanish into thin air as i realise I'm late....I jump on to my cycle and start pedaling...only to realise that there is no air in the tires....but there is no turning back now....i get to class only 15 minutes late....the prof is teaching Chinese....there are too many drawings on the board.....i sneak through the back door and sit on the last bench....its time to make up for the lost sleep waking up only for the attendance sheet....