When you have to swallow your words.

Three years ago, I wrote an exam. At that time, it was appropriate. An external, high school exam. It was a tough experience, for lack of a better word, and I remember swearing with my friends that I will never rewrite that exam. Then our results came in, and because of a complication, a key subject was canceled.

I wasn't bothered about it as my course of study at that time didn't require it. Three years down the line, to this present moment, I want to get into a university. I've changed my course of study, and NOW, I have seen that I really needed that subject. I have to rewrite that horrible exam.

It's more than rewriting it for me; the game has changed. I'm busier now. I don't know how I'm doing it, but I am studying. I have to. I cannot say I won't rewrite an exam, then life happens, and I have to rewrite it, then I don't study to do better than before.

I also have to deal with having to write with teens younger than I am. It's just that when you are way above something naturally, coming back to do it is just a tad embarrassing, but it's something I'd have to suck up and move on. Besides, I don't have anyone I'm trying to impress, so I shed the excess baggage.

Preparing for school has been its own big deal. There have been lots to consider. A choice of institutions, finalizing the choice of course, saving up for school, dividing my time between work and study, prioritizing tasks, and so much more. These days, I barely have time for things I used to do before. My daily schedule is a monotony of wake up, read, bathe, and eat, get to work, work, get back home, workout, bathe, and eat, read, sleep.

It's a new level to life; change is always uncomfortable, whether good change or bad change. I'm prepared to face whatever comes; let's do this.