Stage 1: Confidence Mode 
Plenty of time left, I’ll revise everything twice.
Stage 2: Mild Panic 
Okay… maybe just one proper revision… it’s fine.
Stage 3: Full-Blown Stress 
What even is this syllabus? Why is every chapter 500 pages?
Stage 4: Existential Crisis 
Am I even meant to be a doctor? Should I open a tea stall instead?
Stage 5: Acceptance & Chaos 
Let’s wing it — may the odds be ever in my favour.
And yet… we survive, somehow. Future doctors, built different!