Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Okay. Day's not so bad.

There's this guy in my accounts and maths tuition.

Tall(er than me. I think.). With 1/(cos c) hair. [sec c = 1/(cos c). Geddit?!] Strong jaw. Hottie vaala face. And very cute gluteus maximus.

We've been talking a lot lately. Sitting together for tuition and all and cracking jokes the whole time. The inevitable happened. Boy-crazy that I am, I developed a crush on him. Which just might be reciprocated, judging by today's happenings.

See. I have Eco tuition at the same place as we have Accounts together immediately after, wokay. So, he goes back after Accounts and I stay on for Eco. The same happened today. The only difference being that when I came out after Eco, he was standing there with his car keys in his hand.

Long story short, he'd driven back to ask me to come half an hour early tomorrow so he could copy my Maths assignment. Oh, and we're not going to sit in class and do it. [Because my maths tutor has a weird habit of spouting his Urdu lessons to people who come early.] Prolly in his car. And I should also mention that a couple of his friends come for tuition, too. He could've easily asked them.

;D
I hate hate hate Bittu.

Today, she asked SS to change seats and sit somewhere else because she dad "banned" her from sitting with me. She also went on to say that SS would get lower grades if she continued sitting with me as the conversations she had with me were not in the least enlightening. Oh, and also that I was a "bad influence". Right.

It's funny how Sanskriti considered me "one of their best students" while Carmel seems to think of me as the bane of their existence.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

School is the usual. Authority figures suck. People are fun. The latest that happened was MC [that's Sister Maria-Christie. The Principal.] calling Pa up and telling him I've been late 3 times this month [Absolute lie. Only twice. Eheh.]. Anyway. That's not even the part that's important. She insinuated I was getting late because there was some "problem" at home. God. Like someone can't be late for school simply because they got up late.

"The Crucial Year" vaali feeling is starting to set in. Aaj school mein these people from Glion Hospitality Management Institutes or something had ome to give a presentation. And this really cool counsellor had come with them [humaare school vaali SUCKS. She tells every bloody thing to MC. No point in going to her. You'll just become fodder for the gossip.] and he talked about how you should set your goal first and then work backwards while planning your career. So, I started thinking. I want to do Management, okay. Marketing. [Wanted to do the copywriting stuff pehle, but it pays really less and money matters.] And I want to go outside India for that. Exposure and bloody freedom.

Anyway. For that, I have to graduate. Uske liye, main sochri thi ke I'll give the CPT exam [that's for Chartered Accountancy] next June. The reasults and all will come out in like a month. Tab tak I'll get admitted into a good college [hopefully, SRCC or Stephen's] for B.Comm. Hons. or Eco. Hons. CA mein there's no institute, wokay. Everything is hands-on. You study and give exams for around 1 year and then intern in an organisation [like an accounting firm or something] and work a 9-5 day. Plus study and sit for exams alongside. So, I'm going to do the first year in College normally. Then leave college, do B.Comm. or Eco [whatever I like best by the time the Boards end] by correspondence and do my CA. I'll become a qualified CA at the end of 2.5 years - which is earlier than I'll become a graduate. So, I'll prolly work as a CA for around 1 or 2 years. Build the funds. Give the TOEFL and GMATs and all [whatever's needed for Post-Graduation] and then apply outside for an MBA.

Let's see how it works out.