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I have to leave my house in 7 minutes to sit for my final exam of the year. It doesn't count for my finals, and it's really more of an end-of-module-test but I'm Singaporean and allowed to worry slightly about all my tests and exams. I'm worried that I will forget things I've learnt, or mix up names of bacteria and antibiotics and antivirals. I'm worried that I'll get questions wrong simply because I haven't read through all my notes yet (amazing study technique, eh?) and I'm not doing anything about it because I have seven six minutes left and I don't want to cram in anything. I'm worried that I won't be able to finish it on time, or that my pencil will break and I'll be fucked.
But mostly, I'm trying to just forget that I haven't studied enough (can you ever study enough?), or that I was stupid enough to forget to ask my senior for last year's paper (since questions are mostly repeated), and that I'm worried. Deep breathe, Sindhu. Calm. In an hour and fifteen minutes, I'll be done. And then I'll have a two days of mindless cleaning and watching TV, and two weeks of hard work and shopping and worrying about money, and then I'll have three weeks of jam tarts and dim sum and PS2 and friends that I sorely, sorely miss.
So how's your life been going?
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