The Final Boss Has Arrived

There are two versions of me.

One version creates a perfect study timetable, organizes notes, and promises to start preparing early.

The other version says, "I'll just write one more thing."

Unfortunately, the second version has been the CEO of my life for the past few months.

And tomorrow, my exams begin.

Not just any exams.

The kind where you look at the practical schedule and immediately question every life decision that brought you there.

The first practical has already decided to become the final boss.

I wish I could tell you that these past few months were spent sitting with textbooks, revising every chapter, and becoming best friends with my notes.

But that would be a beautifully written piece of fiction.

The reality?

I spent my free time writing.

A story here.

A poem there.

A few more ideas that "needed to be written before I forgot them."

And somehow, my notebook collection grew while my exam preparation decided to take a small vacation.

Do I regret it?

Honestly... no.

Because I enjoyed this journey.

Every comment, every read and tip, every person who stopped by to read something I created made those hours worth it.

The only problem is that my university has this strange habit of asking questions from the syllabus instead of asking about my latest story.

A very unfair system, if you ask me.

Will this affect my top rank at university?

We'll find out soon enough.

Maybe yes.

Maybe no.

That decision is now in the hands of the papers.

Hopefully, they wake up tomorrow feeling generous.

Because my future currently depends on how merciful those papers decide to be.

So tomorrow, I'll walk into that exam hall, find my seat, sit in front of that screen, and face whatever questions decide to appear.

I'll carry my confidence, my preparation (whatever survived), and maybe a tiny amount of regret for every time I chose writing over revision.

But mostly, I'll carry hope.

And if you've ever enjoyed reading something I've written, I'd genuinely appreciate your prayers.

Hopefully, the next thing I write won't be titled:

"How I Lost My Rank Because I Wanted to Write One More Story."

Wish me luck.

I have a feeling I'm going to need it.