I hated Mathematics. It was a spectre, constantly hovering over me, haunting my dreams, taunting my feeble resolve. It was an old, festering wound, re-opening from time to time, infecting my entire body, head to toe. The mere mention of a Mathematics examination would reduce me to shambles. Today? I, out of my own free will, take two MA2k modules, which would have probably tormented my 13-year-old self. Many a time, the rotten fruits of loathing are borne by seeds of fear and

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During my O- and A- levels, I had a strange study ritual. While most people revised with quiet music in the background, I studied in a dark room with crime podcasts playing in my headphones. Stories about disappearances, serial killers, strange investigations—voices calmly narrating events that were anything but calm. It was probably not the healthiest study environment. In hindsight, writing essays while listening to murder investigations was a strange study habit. Some nigh