BT 3 Finals // 2nd year, 2nd sem
During that long-awaited afternoon, summer was about to come, and final exams were about to finish. “Just one last push”, we kept telling. We really had no idea what was in store for us.
So exams were over and everyone scrambled in the hallway. Others, of course, felt happy as hell, meanwhile, I felt neutral. I couldn’t celebrate just yet. We still had one more task, and that is, to have our plate checked. But that’s just it. I felt empty; didn’t feel any anxiety at all, nor excitement.
Too tired to think. Too tired to move, even. After spending four days at a friend’s house, pushing my body and my brain to the limits for this model, I was really, dead tired. I just wanted to pass it and leave it. I even expected for the worst.
But sometimes, expecting for the worst is good.
Because when prof called my name and took a long look at our model, my mind could not process what I was seeing. Because when I went out the room and people asked me what prof gave us, I just cracked a smile.
Prof gave us a