CBSE

I tried my very best to make sense of the education system but just like my exams I failed. I am so liberated to leave this futile balderdash ball of nuisance and leave it behind. So happy to no more freting over changing exam patterns, checking the cbse website-a misery, my worst nightmare. The beautiful and easy to use interface reflects the entire education system- full of meaningless difficulty and unwanted complications. All it need was a web developer so easy, so easy to find because half of them are unemployed anyways. It is so crapy so much so that I sweat and take a moment to pray to God to give me strength enough to go through the website. I will love to not check and keep up with updates, date sheet, nonsense etc. Anyway I am going to copy my manual work from my friends manual which will take me around two movies in the background to complete . the fun part of the manual is that nobody actually ever reads it, certainly not me not my friend, not the teacher. It is just a guideline to be followed which issued by cbse and just like every other guideline it is hard for me to speak about it and make sense at the same time. I love CBSE.

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