UPCAT

I see frazzled seniors. I see tension. I see nerves.

I foresee sleepless nights, palpitations, doubts, confidence and a whatever-happens-happens attitude.

I know how it feels. I wasn’t able to celebrate the New Year’s Eve properly. Second-guesses and what-ifs devoured my entire being. You hear your heartbeat through your ears, your hands and other limbs remain cold and shaky. You sit in front of the computer: checking the UP website, refreshing, watching the hit counter change with every click.