Oh, that course with the little teaching operating system. It asks you to rebuild the engine while the car is running. For me, it was like trying to centre a huge lump of clay on a fast wheel—my hands just couldn't keep up with the theory. My amma needed me more those months, and between the clinic visits and the worry over *mann* prices, my mind had no room for schedulers. The assignments felt like another world, while mine was measured in kilos of clay and cylinders of gas.
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