End of the Line.

Being alive is nice after all.

24 hours and 17 pages.

I can't remember the last time I felt so overjoyed to have completed an exam with reasonable confidence. But for that final, mere completion felt like a great accomplishment in its own right. It was proof of having survived MAT215, having survived one of the hardest, if not the hardest course offered to first semester freshmen.

Well MAT215, it has been a pleasure. You've humbled us, and challenged us to our wit's end (ok so only some of us who suck at proofs). You've pitted us against IMO qualifiers, international math majors, RSI participants, and the Mysterious Six. At times, you've made us laugh at our own incompetence, and on other occasions, wallow in utter despair (from sleep-deprivation). You've taught us to write rigorous proofs (albeit bashing it into our heads week after week with many points docked). And you've helped forge many friendships, born out of the human instinct to survive (i.e. for our grade's sake).

But the time has come for us to say, "No more." Our hands are tired, our textbooks worn. So before week of finals end, we present our final tribute:

170 pages of handwritten proofs

Stained with blood Written with love and care

Left: Workload from 1st half of the semester
Right: X_x x_X щ(ﾟДﾟщ)

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