Last day of boards exam đ đ€Ł
On the last day of my board exams, I woke up like a warrior marching into battle.
My alarm rang at 5:00 a.m., and I saluted it like it was the national anthem.
Today was Mathematicsâthe final boss level.
I revised formulas while brushing my teeth and almost calculated the square root of my toothpaste.
My mom handed me curd and sugar like I was going to conquer Mount Everest.
Dad gave a motivational speech longer than the syllabus.
I stepped out of the house dramatically, slow motion and all.
Halfway to the exam center, I realized something terrifying.
I forgot my admit card.
My soul left my body and took an auto without me.
We rushed back home like we were in Fast & Furious part 29.
I grabbed the admit card and sprinted again.
This time I reached just before the gates closed.
I smiled at the security guard like a hero returning from war.
He did not smile back.
Inside the hall, the tension was thicker than my handwriting.
My friend whispered, "Did you study chapter 7?"
I whispered back, "There is a chapter 7?"
The bell rang.
The question paper landed on my desk like destiny.
I flipped it open slowly.
Question 1 looked friendly.
Question 2 looked suspicious.
Question 3 and I made direct eye contact.
By Question 5, I started negotiating with God.
I promised I would become a better human.
I even promised to stop watching Stranger Things during exams.
Halfway through, my pen stopped working.
Not today.
I shook it like it owed me money.
The invigilator stared at me as if I was performing a science experiment.
Finally, the pen worked after I whispered sweet motivational words to it.
Time flew faster than my marks in physics.
"Last 10 minutes," the invigilator announced.
Everyone began writing like their hands were on turbo mode.
I wrote formulas, prayers, and possibly a recipe by mistake.
The final bell rang.
It was over.
We walked out like survivors of a zombie apocalypse.
Outside the gate, someone screamed, "Freedom!"
Another guy threw his books in the air dramatically.
They hit the principal's car.
We ran.
We laughed.
We planned a farewell party bigger than Avengers: Endgame.
I reached home feeling victorious.
Mom asked, "How was the exam?"
I said confidently, "Easy."
Then I checked the unofficial answer key online.
I accidentally calculated the area of a triangle using the Pythagoras theorem.
I may have invented new mathematics.
And that's how I possibly failed confidently on the happiest day of my life. đ€Ł