Midnight Musings and the Samosa Summit
It all began at midnight, as all great sagas do. I had just finished revising 3D Geometry and Probability, only to realize that my brain had performed a stealth mission and erased Matrices and Determinants from existence. By the time I wrapped up my cramming session, the clock read 4:25 AM, and my roommate, who clearly had telepathic food-summoning abilities, called me out for tea and samosas at the only shop open at that ungodly hour.
There, we met up with two other mutual friends, and as we devoured deep-fried goodness, we discussed our futures. I shared my goal of securing at least 50% in boards to get into UPES, drawn to its NIRF ranking, clubs, and cybersecurity program. It was a good conversation—one of those rare, deep talks that only happen when you're running on fumes and street food.
Roommate’s Departure & A Temple Visit
By 5:10 AM, I returned to my room, but my roommate had no intention of sleeping either. He had a bus to catch at 7:00 AM for home, with plans to celebrate Holi and his birthday (March 19th). He left by 6:00 AM, and I followed suit soon after.
After a shower, brushing, and all the human maintenance tasks, I made my way to a friend’s room at 6:30 AM. Of course, he was nowhere near ready. So, I did what any responsible friend would do—I snooped around his room. By 7:00 AM, we finally set off to grab some biscuits for the bus ride to the exam center.
But first, I made a quick stop at the temple. You know, just in case divine intervention was needed for this math exam. It was a peaceful moment of reflection… before I realized I had a bus to catch.
The Journey Begins
We reached the institute by 7:25 AM, where a one-and-a-half-hour bus ride awaited. My initial plan? Sleep. Reality? Front seats are the worst invention in transportation history. Instead of sleeping, I ate biscuits and revised using EMMA, because last-minute cramming is a life skill.
At some point, my best friend started reading yesterday’s blog, where she was mentioned. Her first response? "Why did you make me look like an idiot?"
My answer? "Because it’s good entertainment." (Which, honestly, should be my life motto.)
Arrival and an Immediate Lapse in Intelligence
We reached the exam center at 9:00 AM, with the exam set to begin at 10:30 AM. But the school faculty had other plans and rushed us inside after security checks to make sure we weren’t carrying the answers to life, the universe, and mathematics.
I found my classroom—Class E, second row, first seat (seriously, why am I always in the front?). Having nothing else to do, I fell asleep.
Then came the biggest blunder of my academic career. While filling out my details on the answer sheet, my sleep-deprived brain wrote "Dogs" instead of today's date. The invigilator stared at me like I had just confessed to a crime. As if that wasn’t enough, I also forgot to write half my name. I could see the invigilator questioning his life choices.
The Final Battle: Math vs. My Sanity
At 10:30 AM, the exam began. And I? Slept for another 30 minutes.
When I woke up, my brain was basically a loudspeaker blaring useless thoughts, making it impossible to focus. Still, I powered through, answering all 34 questions based on what I thought and felt was right. (Yes, I wrote math on intuition.)
Finished with 10 minutes to spare, checked for missed questions (surprisingly, there were none), and submitted my paper. Mission accomplished.
A Drunken Disaster on the Road Back
After catching up with friends post-exam and engaging in a "What now?" future discussion, the bus arrived. But one hour into the journey, disaster struck.
A drunk truck driver decided to introduce our bus to a physics experiment, ramming into us from behind and totaling the back of the bus. Luckily, no one was harmed, but our bus driver was not one to let things slide. A fistfight broke out, which ended with us dragging the truck driver to a police booth nearby, where he was fined and had his truck seized for drunk driving without a license.
After this unexpected detour into law enforcement, the rest of the trip was uneventful. I fell asleep to Spanish tunes, because clearly, my body was done with today.
Recovery Mode & Ice Cream Therapy
Got back around 6:00 PM, grabbed some tea with a friend to wake myself up, and then called my parents to report the accident. As expected, they were not pleased.
By now, I was starving, so I ordered the essentials of life:
750ml of vanilla ice cream
Instant noodles
A loaf of bread & jam
Yes, I ate the entire tub of ice cream and started watching Sakamoto Days because I deserved it after the battle that was today.
For those who don’t know, Sakamoto Days is about a legendary hitman, Taro Sakamoto, who retires, gains dad-bod status, and runs a convenience store—only to get dragged back into the action. Basically, John Wick, but wholesome and hilarious.
At 9:45 PM, I finally decided to man up and go get some water so I could make myself some chicken-flavoured instant noodles because junk food cravings were at an all-time high.
At 10:24 PM, the noodles were ready, and just as I sat down—Solo Leveling’s new episode dropped. No questions asked, I started watching it while devouring my noodles. Sakamoto Days could wait.
At 10:35 PM, Duolingo reminded me of today's lesson with a notification. Unfortunately, I couldn’t watch anime without a VPN, and the servers were so buggy, they refused to load. Frustration levels: MAX.
So, I did my Duolingo lesson with 100% accuracy (as a flex) and tried troubleshooting the anime servers some more.
The Final Boss: Sleep (And Losing to It Instantly)
After finally troubleshooting the VPN and catching up on my anime, I felt like I had conquered the universe. Math exam? Done. Bus crash? Survived. Duolingo? Bullied into submission.
But as I lay down, staring at the ceiling, something felt… off.
Oh right—I had barely slept in the past 24 hours.
And just like that, my body hit the shutdown button faster than a rage-quitter in an online match. One second, I was thinking about all the things I still had to do, and the next? Instant KO. No outro, no dramatic fade to black—just pure, unfiltered sleep.
Tomorrow would bring a new set of struggles, but for now? I was out cold, dreaming of a world where math exams didn’t exist, VPNs worked flawlessly, and samosas were free.
Game Over. Continue? [Yes]
yes i published early today!!! cause i need some sleep!! Buenas noches amigo
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