Joke of the Millennium..

My memory doesn't serve me well when it comes to my childhood, but I do remember some shady details. I remember reading "The adventures of Tom Sawyer". In a particular chapter Tom feigns a toothache in order to avoid school on Monday morning. I share Tom's view that "Monday should never come after Sunday". I have never feigned a toothache; I relied more on fever and stomachache. I hated going to school back then and my views still haven't changed. I absolutely detest the words "teaching" and "teachers"( with very few exceptions). My handwriting is "chicken-like" as one my my teachers at school remarked once. I am lethargic on the best of my days and I have a revulsion for anything that requires some effort.A trouble-maker at school and at home, I've always had a disregard for rules. Who could have predicted that one day I'll be an engineer.

At this juncture of my life, I am seven months away from my engineering degree. Looking back at the last four years I can say that being an engineer is no big deal.I attend very few classes. I am rarely in time for those few classes. When in class I utilize my time drawing sketches on the last page, and updating my Facebook status. I seldom prepare for exams. If at all I study something it is on the last night before the exam. Each exam is a new experience. Copying from others is a must. It isn't just me, everyone else is just the same.

It's exam time again. The end of 7th semester. Placements, exams, projects.... there are so many things that should occupy my mind. But instead I sit idly in front of my laptop writing something and thinking only about one question. What is the "joke of the millennium"? The fact that I am going to be an engineer in seven months time or the fact that I am still not sure that I want to be one.