Memories of MA-2

When you enter the class 5.10
You see a bunch of budding future psychologists
Eating as if they came from a starving land
The teacher sighing at the sheer amount of time passed with the kids hogging
She thinks of how it all started

June, 2014
The sun is burning
Everyone would come early
To catch the seat in front of the door kept open
A certain fan would stop turning
The whole class would sit quietly
Waiting for 5 hours to end

Come rains and terms like MMPI, ROR become our friends.
The class bond over food
With pasta, oats, bhel, and dhokla passing hands,
Feeding our tummies
Giving us the strength to face the tests

And then we have guests like "Chees-mayo sandwich, and franky and McD"
Disrupting the teacher
Lighting up the still hungry

Perhaps what really brought us together was our love for chai
It was love at first sight
The day we had bhajji and chai as it poured outside
Our love is so deep
That we have chai even when it's too many degrees outside

Let me tell you about the monster named "Dissertation"
Which gave us many a sleepless nights
From running hither dither to collect data
To understanding the finer nuances of Anova and Manova
As minute formatting slipped our attention
We realise after binding that theres a problem with the indentation

Second semester brought in counselling
Which is very helpful to us mental health professionals
We successfully apply CBT to ourselves
And secretly wondered whether Freud did make some sense
The 3 principles of PCT are ingrained in our heads
We can jump out of out beds and recite the steps to behavior therapy on a bet

And then it all came to an end.
Just like that
We dint have to reach college by ten
We dint have to convince ma'am to let us out early
Those days are gone when we got hooked to trashy songs
And laughed our hearts
All full of innocence

But those memories have found a place in our hearts
Where they will be cherished till time stands still.