Day 3 of 3

0730: Stuck on the 401, thinking I'm gonna be late for the last day of the most important exam I've ever written in my life.

0800: Made it. With time to spare.

0850: Stupid proctor started giving instructions too early. Sat there forever, in silence, waiting for her to give the official start. All the while, mind and heart is racing.

1025: Q1 time's up, but I'm not done. Again. Just like yesterday.

1150: Q2 time's up, but I'm not done. Even more over time. Sh*t.

1200: Starting Q3 10min later than I should have. F**k. The question's only 4 pages long. Very strange. There must be some trick in it.

1230: Time to start sacrificing marks. Or else I'll never get to the other sections.

1257: Nothing left to write. Should I go back?

1300: Stop. Drown in failure. And feel your body give in to the stress.

Finally. This exam that's known to be one of the hardest professional exams in the world is all done.

For each of these three days, among ourselves, we wished each other good luck every morning. Deep down, we all know that not everyone will make it. In the end, we are all competing against each other. May the best candidate prevail. But, as naive as it is, I still sincerely hope that we can all pass this together, and that nobody gets left behind. We're all gonna make it.

Thank you to all my classmates. Thank you to my study buddies. Thank you to a few people who were not part of this process but remembered to send me their wishes. You're all awesome people. Thank you for keeping me sane through these crazy times.

Most people are doing one of two things tonight: Drink. Or sleep.

2300: Good night. Perhaps I can finally get some rest tonight.