Class tests and Term-papers galore. I hate to let the last week of my life in JU be so hectic that I'm left with no leisure to gather memories enough for later. And though in retrospect, I'll love and sorely miss this excitement of last-minute pouring over books and notes, writing fervently on white sheets of paper against a rough wooden bench, the handwriting deteriorating as the invigilator announces the barely few minutes left in which to cram the major part of the answer, and a sense of jubilation even after a terribly bad exam- right now I believe I'm dying under the pressure And I hate the lack of opportunity and time to indulge in sweet afternoon nostalgia and going over fond, fond memories again and again and again.