First Module Test

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The first module test is over. I scored 81 percent. Not really killer stuff but I am ok with that. The test was on Pseudo Code and so I feel it was better to be done away with lightly. Slept most of the time in office today. Had a bad dream last night and a disturbed sleep. Nevertheless, the exam was fine. The Daily quiz before was a disaster. I don't know why. The answers were correct. Still I scored only 48 percent. Ankit believes it to be a system error. But in any case my marks won't change. :( After the exam we played Damsharaj for some time. I can't act in those situations. Not really a Hindi movie buff honestly. But I did my best. :P Migmar is the sweetest girl I have met here. Pandey ji the funniest. I will meet more. Till then wish me luck for the next Module tests. :)


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