Placement season anxiety has officially entered the chat. Seniors keep casually dropping package numbers while I'm just sitting here hoping someone, anyone, offers me a job that isn't two hours from the nearest railway station.

Nothing bonds a hostel floor like a shared enemy: the WiFi that dies at the exact second attendance is being marked. We have a whole WhatsApp group that exists purely to scream about it.

Failed my first JEE attempt so badly I hid the score from my parents for a whole week. Took a drop year in a coaching town, cried in an unreasonable number of bathrooms, and somehow here I am in an actual college. Past me would genuinely not believe it.

Rewatched the last episode of a certain anime and fully cried into my Maggi at 1am. My roommate now thinks I'm unwell. I am, but not for the reason she assumes.

Sem exam in two days and I've opened the same thermodynamics page like 40 times, but my brain just... buffers. Anyone else read one line, understand absolutely nothing, and feel personally attacked by their own syllabus?