Dt. 22.02.16

My first real campus placement.

Let us start with this quote that I found on pinterest.com:

A river cuts through a rock not because of its power, but its persistence.

So, I woke up at 4:15 am and then couldn’t sleep. Just rolled around in bed till 5:30 am. I may have been nervous about the placements.

Formal shirt: check. I had to wash the shirt myself the last day because I had no fresh full-sleeved shirts.

I am not sure what is on with my lips. What pose was I trying to do?

Okay. Left at 7:05 am. Had to change an auto→bus→train and then walk 2 kilometers to reach the place. Only to know my name wasn’t included in the list for today. Had to talk to our Coordinator twice and two gentlemen who were in-charges just to let them know I am present and wish to go through the interview process. But, went smoothly. Could have been worse. I could have been asked to not go through the process at all.

In the local train. Yes, I had to walk some distance and it was hot. So, the sweat. Weird lips!

The reason my name was not included was I hadn’t responded to an email sooner. Will have to change that.

Somewhere while roaming to meet the two gentlemen whom I was supposed to meet.

We were asked to be there at 8:30 am. and the gentlemen from the company reach only at 10:15 am. They tell us about the schedule, that is a test → pre-placement talk → personal interview. And, the test starts.

I learned that it was an analytics company, looking for people with good analytical skills. The first three questions were analytics based. And it was a compulsion to solve them. And, only if we solved them correctly, the other questions were looked at.

I thought I attempted them correctly. Till we are asked to leave as we didn’t solve them correctly. That sucks.

Anyways. It was fun.

And, learnt that it takes 1 hour 30 minutes at the least to reach the placement building.

I hadn’t eaten the whole day. So, went to a canteen, ordered fried rice, ate it and returned home. How? walk to local train station, train → bus →auto.

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