This is it. I just gotta hold my breath and dive. Tomorrow begins my hemorrhage of exams, colloided together by doubleshot and cheetos. First is physics, from 3:30  to 6:30 pm, followed by an all-nighter cramming session to study for Human Physiology at 8:30am the following day. Afterwards, I have exactly 23:30 hours to finish my research paper about classical Chinese childbirth rituals.

Although I should be epileptically terrified, somehow, I’m actually filled with an inner peace. At this point, I know that I’ve pushed myself to my limit to prepare. Whatever happens, happens, and there is not much I can do at this point to change the road ahead. These last few days are the final 100 meters of the marathon, and I have to push extra hard at the end. There is always that glorious feeling of crossing the finish line ahead of me.