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Final Exam

It has been a long time since I last shared anything here. Well, blame the final exam for that.

It's my 2nd day of 3rd year as a meds student. I should have start my clinical year doing ward round at the hospital but nahhhh I'm still here sitting in the hall hearing lectures for the very last block which happen to be the oncology block.

How was the final exam?

Damn hard. Oppsss sorry for the harsh words dear reader. I have a real hard time during the study week. Can you imagine that I have to finish everything that I have study for the past 2 years in just a week. Yeah, I'm not kidding a weeekkkk.Well, actually we do have 2 weeks of holidays before the final exam. Some people just use the 2 weeks to study but me I was using one week for celebrating eid mubarak and I was left with just a week to finish everything. hahaha. But who doesn't want to celebrate eid mubarak right especially after a month of fasting. Duhhhhh!!

Not enough with that, another problemo came to me 3 days before the final exam in which the timetable for exam suddenly changed. hmmmmm~~ Things always happen at the right time! *sarcasm mode on*

Then I closed my eyes, I remind myself about my parents and their advices flow like electric current in my mind at that time. I gain my strength back and started everything again until the very end.

I learned a lot that until the very end no matter what happen we should never give up. No matter what perception people throw on us, no, we should never give up. Keep on moving, keep on cycling, who knows one day you'll be ahead of others.

Plus, never never never never never study 2/3 days before the exam. Start early and only revise towards the end. Okay. (Exception for those genius out there.)










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