So the grueling time is over. I thought I'd leave the exam room with a sigh of relief. Think again, Erdi. A wake up call. I beg for the examiners to give me a passing mark at least. Otherwise, if they prefer to fail me for yesterday's paper, fail me completely so I can retake all the papers again instead of just yesterday's paper and getting by with just a mere pass. My ego is bruised. I will not walk away with a third or a lower second. On that thought, just fail me completely.

Its a risk I took, and a risk I will take again with open arms. On one hand, the disappointment my mom will face. My pride will be beaten up pretty badly (in the process, actually). On the other hand, its a blessing in disguise, a wake up call. Wake the hell up erdi.

I admit, I wasn't fully prepared. But with what little preparation I had, I could have gotten away with a better, more precise answer. Instead, that 'little preparation' disappeared when I waited for the papers to be given out. Blank. Like a bullet shot right through and popped that bubble of vital information.

If it takes me ten years, I will go on for ten years. Bright side: I get a good degree, and a long service award.

For now, I will have that heavy feeling till end August when results are out.

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