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		<title>Overcoming the Odds Part 5: Exam Days &#8211; Culminating the Years of Hard Work</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[My board exam wasn’t just a test of knowledge—it tested my spirit. Here’s how I survived the four hardest days of my life, red socks and all.]]></description>
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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">The hard part isn’t always the exam.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Sometimes, it’s the quiet before.<br>The emptiness after.<br>The weight in your chest as you try to convince yourself you’ve done enough.</p>





<h2 class="wp-block-heading">The Day Before: What Fear Looks Like When You’re Ready</h2>



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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I was still living alone in our rented apartment.<br>My review notes were everywhere.<br>Walls full of oversized printouts. Tables buried in handouts.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">You’d think that with everything scattered around me, I would have felt ready.<br>But instead, I was afraid.<br>Terrified.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I tried to sleep early using the Headspace app—probably the only reason I managed to get some rest.<br>Before bed, I reviewed some coaching materials. But more than that, I played &#8220;Hashkiveinu,&#8221; that Jewish prayer of shelter. It comforted me. Made me feel less alone.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Breakfast was&#8230; Jollibee Yumburger.<br>Not because I craved it.<br>Because I couldn’t find the &#8220;lucky&#8221; Red Ribbon Empanadas or Jollibee Hotdogs that everyone said would help with board exams.<br>So I took what I could. A small compromise in the face of everything I couldn’t control.</p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading">Dressing Up to Survive</h2>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I took the April 2024 Physician Licensure Exam, a schedule often seen as designated for midyear interns and Seventh-day Adventists. Each exam day was a mental marathon. The board exams were spread across two Sundays and two Mondays. Day 1 was all about Biochemistry, Anatomy and Histology, and Microbiology and Parasitology. Day 2 covered Physiology, Legal Medicine, Ethics, and Medical Jurisprudence, and Pathology. Day 3 tackled Pharmacology and Therapeutics, Surgery and Ophthalmology, Otolaryngology and Rhinology, and Medicine. Day 4 wrapped up with Obstetrics and Gynecology, Pediatrics and Nutrition, and Preventive Medicine and Public Health.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I had my clothes planned like it was war.<br>Day 1: my lucky shirt, internship white coat.<br>Days 2 and 3: my clerkship uniform.<br>Final day: another lucky collared shirt, again with my white coat.<br>I also wore the red socks I got from KFC the previous Christmas. Anything red felt like a small layer of armor.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I wore red boxer shorts, bought specifically for the exam.<br>I brought four of my wife’s handkerchiefs, one for each exam day.<br>While I did not wear it, I held on to a necklace with wooden beads and a semicolon pendant.<br>I kept an angpao with ₱200 that I hung on my door since Chinese New Year.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Did I believe in luck? Not really.<br>But maybe desperation teaches you new forms of prayer.</p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading">Messages, Mindset, and Mall Directions</h2>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Before I left, I got messages from friends, co-takers, and of course, my wife.<br>They didn’t just cheer me on. They anchored me.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I was shaking.<br>But I also felt calm.<br>Not because I was sure of passing—but because I had done everything.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">And I told myself that was enough.</p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading">The Exam Days: Four Rounds of Holding It Together</h2>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Day 1</h3>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Venue: A mall in Oton, Iloilo.<br>Far. Remote. No rooms—just rows of examinees filling an open mall space.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">My group number? 5.<br>Seat number? 13.<br>Some would say unlucky.<br>I told myself it was the perfect number to do my best.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">The aircon wasn’t strong where I sat.<br>Sometimes, direct sunlight would hit my chair and I’d start to sweat—not just from nerves.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">The first question? I don’t even remember.<br>I probably got it wrong.<br>But somehow, I felt okay.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I pushed through the questions.<br>When panic came, I closed my eyes for a second. Then moved to the next.<br>Shading took time—I&#8217;ve always been slow at it—but I kept pace.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">The hardest part?<br>Biochemistry. As always.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">But Microbiology and Parasitology? Manageable. Confusing, but I felt sure of my footing.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I ended the day by going home, ordering food, and reviewing again.<br>Sleep was a must, so I forced it.</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Day 2</h3>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Same process.<br>Yumburger again.<br>New handkerchief.<br>New questions.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">After the exam, I ate, napped, then faced the fact that there were still two days ahead.<br>There was no celebration.<br>Just a quiet return to programming.</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">The Long Break Between</h3>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Five days between exams doesn’t sound like much.<br>But mentally, it was exhausting.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I didn’t talk to anyone, except my wife.<br>I stopped myself from rechecking answers—didn’t want to spiral.<br>The goal was simple: protect my peace.</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Day 3</h3>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">The venue hadn’t changed, but I had.<br>More tired.<br>More desperate.<br>But still determined.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">This time, I wore my clerkship uniform again.<br>Another handkerchief.<br>Still bringing the same necklace.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Some subjects blurred together.<br>But every hour felt like survival.</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Day 4</h3>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">The last day.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I wore a different collared shirt—another lucky one—and my white coat again.<br>Seat 13, one last time.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I didn’t feel joy.<br>I just wanted it to be over.<br>I just wanted to rest.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">When I finally walked out of that venue, I felt like someone who had recovered from a long illness—<br>Only to realize that pain had become part of my baseline.</p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading">Ritual Complete: Beer, Money, and Silence</h2>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I went to a convenience store right after and used the ₱200 from my angpao.<br>I bought food.<br>Drank a cold beer I had saved for this moment.<br>Messaged my wife.<br>And told my friends I did it.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Then I asked my wife if I could sleep.<br>I passed out for more than 12 hours.</p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading">The Aftershock</h2>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I didn’t cry. Not right away.<br>I felt a prick lifted from my chest—<br>But it was soon replaced by palpitations.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Relief came, but so did self-hate.<br>I felt worthless again.<br>Like maybe I didn’t do well enough.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">My wife told me to rest.<br>To pray.<br>To hope for the best.<br>She saw right through me.<br>And I’m grateful.</p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading">What Helped Me More Than I Thought</h2>



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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I overprepared, it’s true.<br>I juggled Topnotch, ExpertMD, Focus, Cracking D’ Boards, MedQBank.<br>And all of it came in handy.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">But the unexpected helpers?</p>



<ul class="wp-block-list">
<li>The Headspace app.</li>



<li>My prayer playlist.</li>



<li>My red boxers.</li>



<li>That semicolon necklace.</li>



<li>My wife’s handkerchiefs.</li>



<li>And &#8220;Hashkiveinu,&#8221; which wrapped me in peace when my brain refused to quiet.</li>
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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Also—my mind game.<br>Two weeks before the exam, I told myself:&nbsp;<em>Try to top it.</em><br>Not because I believed I could, but because the effort might get me somewhere close.<br>It did.<br>Not to the top, but to a place I never thought I’d reach:<br><strong>A quiet confidence.</strong></p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading">If I Could Talk to That Version of Me</h2>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I’d tell him:<br>“You did great. Everything you gave was enough.”</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">“You would’ve been okay even if you failed. But you didn’t.”</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">“You survived in every way that mattered.”</p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading">[BONUS] Filipino Exam Superstitions: An (Un)Official Survival Guide</h2>



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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Because sometimes, surviving means doing whatever it takes to feel ready—even if it sounds ridiculous.</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Food-Related Rituals</h3>



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<li><strong>Red Ribbon empanadas</strong>&nbsp;– Believed to bring good luck when eaten on exam day</li>



<li><strong>Jollibee hotdog</strong>&nbsp;– A common &#8220;lucky&#8221; snack</li>



<li><strong>Pancit</strong>&nbsp;before exam day – For “long life” and long memory retention</li>



<li><strong>Avoid eating chicken</strong>&nbsp;– Because “manok” pecks/scratches and is said to symbolize mental confusion</li>



<li><strong>Avoid tough foods</strong>&nbsp;– So the test won’t be “mahirap nguyain” too</li>
</ul>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Clothing Rituals</h3>



<ul class="wp-block-list">
<li><strong>Wearing red</strong>&nbsp;– For good luck and power</li>



<li><strong>Same shirt for all exam days</strong>&nbsp;– If Day 1 felt okay, no need to change the energy</li>



<li><strong>Undergarments turned inside out</strong>&nbsp;– Said to reverse “bad luck”</li>



<li><strong>Lucky socks, handkerchiefs, or accessories</strong>&nbsp;– Even better if gifted by someone special</li>



<li><strong>Red socks from anywhere&nbsp;– Because anything red counts</strong></li>
</ul>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Objects &amp; Charms</h3>



<ul class="wp-block-list">
<li><strong>Rosaries or crosses</strong>&nbsp;tucked in pockets</li>



<li><strong>Pencils sharpened by a previous topnotcher or important person</strong>&nbsp;– To channel their knowledge or an inspiring person&#8217;s belief in you.</li>



<li><strong>Angpao with money</strong>&nbsp;– Hung on doors or kept in wallets for abundance</li>



<li><strong>Photos of loved ones or mentors</strong>&nbsp;– Carried for strength</li>
</ul>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Environmental Preparations</h3>



<ul class="wp-block-list">
<li><strong>Printouts on walls</strong>&nbsp;– Not just for memory, but to saturate the space with purpose</li>



<li><strong>Big “#LicensedMDMonthYear” signs</strong>&nbsp;– Visual affirmations of success</li>



<li><strong>Avoid sweeping the floor the night before</strong>&nbsp;– So luck doesn’t get “swept away”</li>
</ul>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Behavior-Based Beliefs</h3>



<ul class="wp-block-list">
<li><strong>No crying the night before</strong>&nbsp;– Might “wash away” your knowledge</li>



<li><strong>Avoid talking about failure</strong>&nbsp;– What you say might happen</li>



<li><strong>Don’t revisit hard questions after exam day</strong>&nbsp;– So as not to “invite” failure energy</li>
</ul>



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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">You probably have your own rituals.<br>Some weird. Some sacred. Some personal.<br>They might not make sense to anyone else.<br>But if they helped you believe in yourself—even just a little—<br>Then maybe that’s all the magic you needed.</p>
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