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Thursday, May 23, 2013

I had a really bad VIVA today. Not just today, the day before, too. Nearly cried in front of the examiner! I was a nervous wreck and kept on blabbering unintelligible things. Said things and gave wrong answers which I knew the answer to! Made a complete fool of myself. But you know what I wasn't so scared of loosing marks, but I was scared of appearing like a blabbering idiot; which I did at the end. I couldn't answer what digitization was, can you believe it!!!!
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