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Eszter Burghardt

1 more day. In exactly 23 hours and 30 minutes, I'll be in the exam hall starting my BM paper. I can't wait and yet I'm scared. I'm scared that I might forget things like what my name is or something. If people read my blog, I'd ask you guys to pray for me but no one's reading this, so dear imaginary readers, please pray that I won't forget stuff and that what I've learnt for the past 11 years will just spill out on all the SPM papers I'll have to do. Thanks. 

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