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The so-called pubic gathering

We have gathered again today, just the way we are supposed to be present, everyday. We wait for someone to come and start withth main thing. What are we supposed to do once we are here? We know the answer but having no one to stand on our head to remind us and grill us , we don't usually do th self-directed stuff. It's just too hot outside to go and do something just for self learning ? A really wrong idea indeed but I truly can't gather the courage to go out.

It's Thursday today, the department is busy with the new admissions. Most probably they won't be coming in today.

And here we are, sitting in the seminar room, the room at the end of the ward where the usual teaching sessions take place . It's about 28 of us sitting  in a room which has empty wheel chairs and other store room stuff.  Some are discussing the academic stuff. Heck, it's scary to acknowledge the amout of knowledge I'll need to gather within the time we have before our exams. Others are just scrolling their phones just out of borerom or avoiding the physical human contact. What would we talk anyway ?  Some are busy with their movies and games online , trying to make the best of this time whereas, for the rest of the day would be spent studying in the reading room. 

I don't belong to any of these field of passing the time anyway. All I can do is think and plan, what next!?

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