so far, so bad!

Okay, it's been a while and i'm without an excuse, as always.
so, i'll just bash on regardless anyway...

oh well...it was a brand new semester about a month back, and all of us knew pretty much what we could expect, after having been in the college for 5 semesters earlier...
BUT...
all our combined experiences couldn't prepare us for the woefully pathetic situation we are in, in this present semester...how???, you may ask...as in ..."how could it have gotten any worse", or if you are from hyd, "aur bakvaas??kaisa, bhai, batao batao?"

oh well, it is a long story...not one, but a whole sequence of them.
it all started off with us joining this college, but let's not get into that, lets start directly with the point in question...

SEM 6!!!
starts off with a bang, with the much heard of HOD, morpheus, coming to our class, and telling us that he is going to handle us...note the word "handle" for a particular subject...i'd tell you what it was, but i'd have to call up a couple 'o guys to find out!!!
so, morpheus teaches(tortures) us twice a week, for two classes at a time, after which, all of us, to a man, need to urgently take a leak, wash our faces, or even better, just drop dead.

we also have another senile old man, i quote myself..."semi-retired, retired in mind only" teaching us some other subject, again, i'm not too sure which.
though, his class is a lot of fun, what with him taking attendance for 25 minutes in a crazy sing-song voice and all...whoo...i love his class.

apart from this, we have teaching us young students...

-one very depressed young man, who loves the sound of wood on glass,

-one very vertically challenged young lady, whom we can't really hear, coz 80 percent of her speech is in the ultrasonic.

-one very depressing fat man, who obtains sadistical pleasure from making us write notes, assignments and even other peoples' doubts!!
yeah, that's write..oh, sorry...that's right...he makes us write down our own doubts and then dictates the answers to them(which we have to write down too)...they generally go like..."visit sourceforge...s-o-u-r-c-e-f-o-r-g-e-d-o-t-c-o-m and search...etc..etc."
depressing, yeah! tell me about it.

hijake will prolly tell you more about these aforementioned two, because if anyone hates their guts more than i do, it is prolly him.

and last and definitely the least (hated, that is)
-one boring guy, who just wants everyone to love him and to listen to his class.
he also has this very irritating habit of giving an assignment each week...
his conversations with us are like...
sir-"you have to submit an assignment today"
one languorous voice "which one, sir??"
another slightly less languorous voice "i think he is on number 8 now"
a serious voice(this might be sir).."what about the first one???you did not submit?"
and so on...

apart from the sad faculty, we now also have a lot on our minds,
what with 6th sem turning out to be the carrier of the love bug(hijake, don't kill me!)
and lots of gre, gate, cat type of pressure from various sides,
its been quite a piss-off, to put it politely.