How To Not Crack PMT [Complete]

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My grip on the pen tightened as I sucked in a deep breath.
This was it.
I was going to do this.
Is it too late to back out now?
I looked up and my eyes met the amused face of Vijay Kohli. He seemed friendly enough. But should I commit to something just because of his friendly attitude.
I looked back at the black Comic Sans MS font against the light aqua paper.
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I gulped at the title, barely looking at my passport sized photo.
Did I want to do this?
I looked up again and my eyes met my mother's. She was looking at me like this was the best thing I had done in my whole fifteen years of existence.
Half of my relatives, society and neighbours already knew that I was going to become a doctor. Never mind the fact that the results of tenth board weren't out yet.
Mum smiled at me, her brown eyes twinkling with pride. I sighed, and signed at the acceptance form for Assured Coaching Classes.
This was it. I was going to crack PMT, get into a KEM, Mumbai, and become a doctor.
Hallelujah!

Or maybe I will chase my dreams and become a writer?