Victory lap

Alex knocked on my door at 3pm with the biggest grin I’ve seen all semester. “Tell me you checked yours too,” he said, waving his anatomy final results. Turns out we both aced it - 97% for me, 96% for him. Not that anyone’s counting.

Victory lap

We ended up sprawled on the living room floor going through every question we could remember, reconstructing our answers like some kind of post-game analysis. “I totally guessed on that muscle insertion question,” Alex admitted. “The one about the deltoid? I spent fifteen minutes on that thing.”

Victory high-five

Jake came home to find us doing victory high-fives over exam papers scattered everywhere. “Should I be worried about the celebration noise complaints?” he asked, stepping over Alex’s backpack. Honestly, after three months of anatomical diagrams haunting my dreams, a little celebration felt overdue. Sometimes the best part of hitting a goal is having someone who knows exactly how hard you worked for it.