There is storm before and after the calmness. The same can be said of academic atmosphere which prevails in our campus. Before the exams there is the roar and ‘shor’ of students. The voice of the lecturer from the classrooms and the noisy corridors after the class. I have experienced this kind of atmosphere from 2001. Now looking back at these seven years I feel that I enjoy both. Both are essential and integral to any college lecturer.
The exams are here, once again and there is a lull in the campus. Classrooms are transformed into exam halls. Bags are replaced by sheets of class notes. Conversation has become more subject oriented and library is the hot spot...not the cafe.
Normally for a lecturer/teacher, this is supposed to a time for the lengthy, monotonous invigilation. Walking up and down the exam halls, keeping a watchful eye on the candidates who has specialized in the art of malpractice. As usual I tend to think in a different way. I find the exam hall quite interesting and would like to compare it to a prayer hall. It is silent except for the feeble sound of the student’s pen caressing the surface of the answer sheet. The room is filled with numerous thought waves and is best suited for some mental exercise. I like this scenario and if have co-invigilators have I will withdraw into a vantage point to write something on a piece of paper. At MCC, I remember writing pages after pages on life and maybe that’s the place where I came to know that act of writing is therapeutic.
The exams are here, once again and there is a lull in the campus. Classrooms are transformed into exam halls. Bags are replaced by sheets of class notes. Conversation has become more subject oriented and library is the hot spot...not the cafe.
Normally for a lecturer/teacher, this is supposed to a time for the lengthy, monotonous invigilation. Walking up and down the exam halls, keeping a watchful eye on the candidates who has specialized in the art of malpractice. As usual I tend to think in a different way. I find the exam hall quite interesting and would like to compare it to a prayer hall. It is silent except for the feeble sound of the student’s pen caressing the surface of the answer sheet. The room is filled with numerous thought waves and is best suited for some mental exercise. I like this scenario and if have co-invigilators have I will withdraw into a vantage point to write something on a piece of paper. At MCC, I remember writing pages after pages on life and maybe that’s the place where I came to know that act of writing is therapeutic.
