14/11/2025
In halls of hope, where futures gleam,
Begins a daunting, two-year dream.
A whispered acronym, a sacred quest,
To put a mind and soul to test.
With Physics, where the forces pull,
And cosmic laws the classroom rule.
From quantum leaps to waves of light,
You wrestle formulas in the night.
Then Chemistry, a world unseen,
Of bonds and moles, and states between.
The periodic table, a loyal guide,
Through reactions where new worlds collide.
And Mathematics, sharp and clean,
A language built on truths serene.
With integrals that climb and fall,
And theorems standing proud and tall.
The midnight oil, a constant friend,
On problems that would never end.
The social circles start to fade,
A sacrifice that must be made.
The heart may doubt, the spirit tire,
Fueled only by a burning fire.
To see a rank, a number bright,
To turn the darkness into light.
Then comes the day, the final fight,
Three hours of darkness, or of light.
The pen that hovers, filled with dread,
To answer whispers in your head.
But win or lose, the journey's made,
A foundation has been truly laid.
For in the fire of that chase,
You found your strength, you found your place.
More than a rank, it's who you became,
Forged in the crucible of a name.
