I never fully believed that life always has other plans for us even when we make ours until today. All the series of plans I laid out for the rest of the days and months in this year came to an abrupt halt after I got a single piece of information: “You're writing your professional exams in four days”. One, two, three, four days! And the countdown has already begun.
Of course I assumed the news bearer was bluffing because what do you mean I'll be writing an examination that is supposed to give me a practice license in four days and I'm only learning about it today? An exam that people spend years preparing for? Also, where do I even begin from? To top it all up, a series of requirements have been laid out and a majority of them require loads and loads of money. Sometimes it feels like the administrators in my department think the students pluck money from trees or that we have a vault filled with money just for departmental expenses.
I've never been one to be afraid of examinations, thank goodness, but when vital information about a major aspect of my life and career is coming in at a deadline then tension creeps in and that's a very big problem. Not only do I have to go back in time to review every single topic I've been taught (because seeing that it's an external professional exam, no area of concentration has been given) I also have to run around to get important documents required for the registration of the examination.And still get all the laid out requirements ready in the span of what? Two days. Ludicrous but inevitable.
A safer option would be to kindly turn down the ‘order’ to write the exam but apparently, those who are in a pioneer set or succeeding set do not get this liberty. I simply can't count the number of times I've sighed at my utter helplessness today and I still haven't even sighed enough.
After observing how overwhelmed I looked while receiving the series of disheartening news, a friend had to remind me of tougher challenges I've faced in the past and how I overcame them. That reminder has become a source of solace at the moment.
This is supposed to be a rant post but I'm honestly not even in the right frame of mind to rant. Am I utterly devastated? Yes. Is my mind spiraling out of control? Absolutely! Do I want to cry, wail and scream? Certainly, but I do not even have the luxury of time. Also, there's nothing I can do that would change the constant that's already in place. However, I can put my feelings into a post; one I hope to revisit later and smile at.
So, I'm off to do the only reasonable thing a person put under such an amount of pressure should do, burn the midnight candle and hope to God that it all works out in the end.
The image is mine.
