Here comes the post which though not all but many of my friends expected me to write but at an embryonic stage of my preparation. Well, guess what I am still there even after 3000 words.
At the inception of my attempt to master this colossal task, I was apprehensive and skeptic about how this process would alter my view and in some way my love for English. You may be inquisitive about such an obtuse behaviour on my part, but I couldn't help it. I was always of the opinion that though my English not superb was passable enough to enable me get an admit from any US university. But skimming through the high frequency words and not even cognizant about more that two thirds of it made me dubious of my caliber as a person with sound vocabulary.
I was supposed to give my GRE eons ago but this very fact stated above made me postpone it twice. Well that's another part of the story. So, when I embarked upon the humongous journey of improvising my vocabulary , I was irritated and frustrated by the fact that how can anyone mug up 3500 words. But after reading a few other blogs I realised there is no other substitute. Realising the aforementioned fact I was nothing but devastated leading to a loss of one month's time from my crucial preparation time.
After a rather fussy summer I began my preparation this time on an extremely zealous note, which hopefully will persist until the end.
The preparation has not been as smooth as expected and is marred with mood swings, resentment , longing for all the fun my other PS mates are having. I have almost always been stuck in a dilemma of choosing between fun and work, it has never been a clear choice be it in school, in college etc. etc. With me always opting for a stand with less fun and frolic , there had been consequences ( unpleasant ones) and situations which made me brood about the rationale behind my choices and also the fact that would I be repentant if I had been less serious. This time was no different. Occasionally I do feel that I am missing out on something but most of the times the feeling is nonexistent.
Okay that was a bit of digression from the focal theme of the post. Reverting to the post after I started my preparation it took me a week or so to come into the right course. With my social life down the drain all I had to do was study and attend classes, give tests and then study some more.
After going through nearly 45 of the word lists I can proudly say I am better that what I was before.
I am no longer animus to the idea of mugging up words , because whether you like it or not it works. Also since its in my daily routine to write a diary, using 4-5 words that I learn during the day helps a bit, even though there is hardly any continuity amongst those sentences. Even while watching movies or television series ( which by the way I love doing) I do recognise those words which makes me realise its not all futile , people do use these words, and at the same time one can find these words strewn across any novel one uses and it does act as a morale booster when you don't have to delve into a dictionary each time you see a difficult word.
All in all it has been like every other experience till now to be appended into the opus called LIFE.
