EXAM STRESS

 

What is stress?

 

Stress is one of the body’s natural responses to something that is threatening or frightening. It is something that we all experience at times. Stress is not necessarily harmful: mild forms of stress can motivate and energise you. Slightly increased stress levels may make you more alert and motivated to do your work. However, if your stress

level is too high then it can cause difficulties, including impairing your ability to prepare for and perform during exams.

 

The Stress Reaction

To understand what produces the responses associated with

anxiety and stress, think about how your body responded at times when you felt threatened or frightened. It is likely that you will have experienced the following physical responses:

* Increased muscle tension to prepare your muscles for use;

* Increased heart rate to boost blood flow and energy levels;

* Increased breathing rate to supply oxygen required...

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There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they...

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Full form of NAAC:  NATIONAL ASSESSMENT AND ACCREDITATION COUNCIL

 



MISSION OF COLLEGE:



To Enable Young Women With An Eclectic, Multi-Skilled Education That Grants Holistic Development For A Dynamic Role In Societal Transformation

 



GOALS OF COLLEGE:

   

to develop high calibre human resources. to imaprt and enrich ethical values. to establish...

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away. The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall. When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen. * The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. * The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise. * The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen. * The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment. The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life. He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person,...

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Today iam telling you a story which explain the power of struggle or a gift of opportunity.

In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hide himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the kings wealthiest merchants and coutiers came by and simply wailked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. As the peasant picked up his vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and the note from the king indicating that the glold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.The peasant learned  what many other never understand. Every obstacle...

Hospital Window Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city...