FRACTURE

Tomorrow’s exam is Biology, and trust me—since getting into college, after spending countless hours studying all the other subjects and even making it through an entire year, I don’t think I’ve studied Biology for more than two hours in total. I don’t hate any subject, but the fact that I can’t retain so much information from the Biology textbook makes me even more unwilling to open it.

So far in my first year of college, I’ve attended only two Biology exams at my coaching center, where Biology is taught by a skinny Hindu man named Prodosh from Pabna. I know that’s a strange way to describe someone—especially your teacher—but honestly, that’s about all I know about him. Well, there’s one more thing: he’s one of my father’s good friends.

He charges every student one thousand taka for the papers and notes he provides throughout the year. But after I told him who my father was, he looked at me, slapped me on my shoulder, and almost shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Then he took my form—but never took the money.

Both exams were out of 200 marks, with 200 multiple-choice questions, each worth one point. In the first exam, after reading through the paper, believe it or not, I realized I only knew the answers to four questions. In the second exam, I think I could confidently answer just one out of 200.

In the latest exam, I scored only 35.75, which is about 17.88%. In the previous one, I got 39 marks, or 19.5%. I think you can now get an idea of my “talent” in Biology.

I can already tell how tomorrow’s exam will go, but I’m used to it. I know my college will call my parents if I fail, and they’ll be furious. Maybe my academic journey will end with some serious consequences—but honestly, I don’t care.