There is a very specific kind of confidence that appears right before exams.
It sounds like: “I’ll revise during the day and code a little at night.”
That was the plan.
The reality was… different.
Exams were close, notes were half-read, and my laptop was open for “just five minutes of coding.”
Five minutes, as everyone knows, is a very flexible unit of time.
I told myself coding would help me relax.
Instead, I ended up debugging something that worked perfectly yesterday and had absolutely no intention of working today.
Somewhere between fixing one small thing and breaking three others, I checked the time.
It was late.
Very late.
The kind of late where even motivation goes to sleep before you do.
I closed the laptop, opened my book, and stared at the page like it had personally betrayed me.
Nothing made sense.
Not the code.
Not the syllabus.
Not my life choices.
At that moment, I realized something important.
Exams don’t care if your code finally runs.
And code doesn’t care that you have an exam tomorrow.
They both just sit there. Waiting.
So I did the only logical thing left.
I slept.
The next morning, I walked into the exam hall with average preparation, slightly less confidence, and a calm feeling that at least my code was working now.
Was it the best strategy? Probably not.
Did I survive? Yes.
And honestly, that counts.
Anyway, that was the day exams and code teamed up against me.
They won the battle.
But not the story.
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