Chapter 23 miracles pass the test wearing a square hat, I protested, “you know I’m with you all day, not with the professor.
How can I take such a difficult bachelor’s exam and make a joke.
The Lord udyswar glared at each other,” you must take the exam! “I sobbed: “But it’s too late to prepare now……………………………………….” you don’t care about the topics studied in the philosophy textbook.
Of course, you want to pass the exam with “intuition” without labor.
However, unless you study harder, I don’t think you will pass the exam.
” Professor takasha of Colombo college said sternly that if I failed the final exam, I would not be eligible to take the graduation exam.
This was decided by all the professors of the University of Calcutta, and Colombo college is a college of the University of Calcutta.
In Indian universities, students failed in one subject in the final exam of bachelor’s degree and had to major in all subjects in the coming year.
The teaching assistants of Colombo college are very helpful to me It’s very good.
There’s no mockery.
“Mukonda seems to be a little crazy about religion.” they skillfully avoid the embarrassing scene of my answering questions in class.
They believe that the written final exam will remove me from the list of candidates for Bachelor of Arts.
My classmates call me “crazy monk” It can be seen that I played a little clever to make Gaoxia’s threat ineffective.
When the final exam results were about to be announced, I asked a classmate to accompany me to the professor’s study.
“Follow me, I want a witness.” I said to my classmates, “if I can’t make the assistant admit defeat, I will be very disappointed.” I asked the professor how much he gave me, and Gaoxia shook his head.
“You’re not on the pass list,” he said triumphantly.
He looked for your papers in a lot of files on the table.
“Your papers are not here.
Anyway, you failed because you didn’t take the exam at all.” I giggled.
“Sir, I took the exam.
Let me look on the bookshelf, can I?” The professor was stunned and allowed me.
I quickly found the test paper.
I only wrote the seat number but no name.
Without knowing my name, the TA gave me a high score in the test paper.
I quoted scriptures (Note 1) and answered it well.
He saw my trick.
Now he roared, “it’s just ghost luck!” he said in disappointment: “Your Bachelor of Arts exam is bound to fail.” My exams in other subjects have been tutored, especially bunabas Chandra Gauss, the son of my cousin uncle Sanada.
I am on the verge of passing every subject.
Now, four years of college career has qualified me to sit in the examination room of Bachelor of Arts.
Nevertheless, I don’t expect any benefits.
The final exam of slope college is better than that of the University of Calcutta in literature Exams are nothing but trivial.
I usually go to see Lord utisvar every day.
I seldom see me in class.
It would be amazing if I showed up in class.
Almost every morning at 9:30, I would ride a bicycle.
In one hand, I picked some flowers in the garden of Ponty’s dormitory.
The master treated me warmly After lunch, I immediately agreed without hesitation.
I’m glad I don’t have to go to school today.
I stayed with Lord udyswar for several hours, listened to his unparalleled wisdom or helped Ashlan’s work, and then unwilling to return to Ponty.
Occasionally, I stayed with my guru all night, listened to his conversation happily, and seldom noticed that the East had turned white.
One day, it was fast At eleven o’clock, I was putting on my shoes (Note 2) and preparing to ride back.
The guru asked me sadly, “when will your Bachelor of arts examination begin?” “five more days, sir!” and “I hope you are ready.” I was silly there, and one shoe was still in mid air.
“Sir!” I protested: “You know I’m with you all day instead of a professor.
How can I make a joke when I appear in such a difficult exam?” the Lord udyswar angrily said, “you must take the exam!” he said coldly and forcibly, “we shouldn’t let your father and relatives find an excuse to complain about Ashlan’s life.
Promise me to go to the exam and answer the exam as much as you can.” Two lines of tears ran down uncontrollably.
I felt that the guru’s orders were unreasonable, and he cared too late.
“I’ll go if you want,” I sobbed.
“But there was no time to prepare.” I murmured to myself, “I filled the whole paper with what you taught.” The next day I arrived at the convent at the usual time.
I sadly gave the flowers to the Lord utisvar.
He laughed at my sad look.
“Mukunda, has the Lord ever disappointed you? In the exam or other times?” “no, sir!” I answered gently.
It was refreshing to think of these gratefully.
“It’s not laziness, but burning a heat to the Lord to prevent you from seeking the honor of the college.” my guru said mercifully.
After a moment of silence, he quoted a chapter of the Bible and said, “first seek the Kingdom and righteousness of God, and these things will be added to you.” Countless times I felt that my burden had disappeared in front of the guru.
After we had finished lunch, he suggested that I go back to Ponty.
“Is your friend Romes chandner Dutt still sleeping with you?” “yes, sir.” “contact him and the Lord will encourage him to help you with your exams.” “Yes, sir; but romis is always busy.
He is a good student in the class and has taken many more subjects than other students.” the guru interrupted my objection with a gesture and said, “romis will give you time.
Let’s go now!” I rode back to Ponty.
The first person I met on the square of the accommodation building was the scholarly romis.
It seemed that his life was leisurely.
He was willing to agree to my polite request.
“Of course! I will serve you.” he spent several hours that day and the next few days reviewing my lessons.
“I believe that many questions in English literature will test the route taken by childhalo,” he told me.
“We’ll find a map right away.” I went to uncle shanada’s house and borrowed a map.
Lomas marked the places where Byron had traveled on the European map.
Several students gathered and heard, “Lomas told you wrong.” One of them told me after the discussion section, “usually 50% is about the author’s life and 50% is about his works.” when I sat in the English literature test, I looked at the problem at the first glance.
Tears of gratitude wet the test paper.
The invigilator ran to the table and asked me sympathetically.
“My great guru said in advance that romis would help me.” I explained: “Look, Lomas told me that the test questions for the HKCEE are here,” I said.
“I’m lucky.
There are few questions for British writers this year.
I don’t know anything about their life history.” I went back to the dormitory upstairs.
Those students who embarrassed me and had so much confidence in romis now came to congratulate me.
I asked romis for help in the exam all week.
He helped me guess the questions.
Every day, romis’s questions appeared on the exam paper, and almost all the words used were the same as the test questions.
The news spread to the whole school.
Unintentional “crazy monk” It’s a miracle that I passed the exam.
I didn’t hide the truth.
The professors in the college couldn’t modify the question because it was the question of the professor at the University of Calcutta.
Thinking of the English literature exam, I found that I made a serious mistake; some questions were divided into two parts: A or B and C or D.
I answered all the questions of a or B, but ignored the questions of C or D.
my highest score I hurried to see the guru and told him the whole problem.
“My Lord, I made an unforgivable mistake.
I don’t deserve God’s grace through romis.
I really don’t deserve it..
