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"SLC chet! SLC chet!"

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Those were the exact words we chanted while moving to and from the so called Columbus at the Fun Park. The wait for this exam was finally over. No longer would we have optional mathematical nightmares nor would our mathematics teacher appear in our dreams again. No longer would we have to look at those irritating books, scolding ourselves and cursing those books. No longer would we have to wake up early in the morning, at least for the coming three months.



We felt as if the whole studying part of our life was over. Now we have nothing to do. This three-month holiday seems to be a new life for all of us: A life to do what we like, to enjoy, have fun, and to live our life to the fullest.[break]



Anyhow, preparing for the SLC exams wasn’t easy. There was always tons of pressure on us SLC-appearing students. It wasn’t because it would be tough but because of the attention we got. I remember even long-distance relatives calling and asking, “Aren’t you appearing for your SLC this time? How’s your preparation going?” They acted as if the SLC was a battle of the Mahabharata, and one would become a great person once it was over. They really made me feel that I was facing something extraordinarily tough and they directly jumped on the whole preparation thing.



Another tough thing for a student like me was how to answer the questions. Everyone tried her best in the exams. After all, 10 years of education would finally be proven by this exam.



But how would the exams go? Coming to the studying bit, it wasn’t really difficult for students attending school regularly and studying properly.



Personally, my exam days weren’t so easy. Honestly speaking, I couldn’t sleep the whole night before the very first examination.



But compared to my fear, I found the exams easy. But there were also conditions which made it irritating. On the very first day, we were lost on our way to the exam hall. After scanning each and every door, we finally found the room we were supposed to be in.



When we entered the hall and saw the benches, it took us aback. The benches were small, maybe one third of our heights, and the desks, on which we had to write, were cracked. We had no option but to adapt to the environment, and so we did.



However, my bench mate was ruining everything because he tried to copy each and every sentence of mine. The moment I didn’t let him see my page, he would start irritating me. The worst feeling was after the exams when I saw the news on television. It said that the year’s SLC examinations went on smoothly and that it was better than previous years.



Really? Seriously?


The interesting thing, however, about the exam days were people from different colleges and bridge course centers offering us various course choices. Our hands were always full of prospectuses and pamphlets. Academic choices for our future were provided on the spot, and I thought it was good, except for the pushing and pulling, and the large number of people trying to hand over their college brochures to us.



The overall SLC experiences were full of excitement and it was, above all, something different than the usual. However, I really hope and pray for improvements in the system for the next batches of SLC candidates.



The writer recently appeared for her SLC examinations from

Siddhartha Vanasthali Institute in Kathmand


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