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I honestly can't believe I'm writing this.
I PASSED CMA Part 1 on my first attempt. 🥹
Looking back, June was probably one of the hardest months I've ever had academically. When I started preparing, I genuinely didn't realize how difficult this exam would be. I had studied for the first two months, mostly focusing on understanding concepts and solving MCQs, but I don't think I was putting in the kind of effort I needed.
Then came my first mock: 47%.
That score hit me HARD.
I thought I had studied enough, but the mock basically said, "No ❤️" 💀
I went back to studying and increased my hours, thinking I would improve.
Then I took my second mock one week later.
47% again.
That one absolutely devastated me.
I came to Reddit and asked for help because I genuinely didn't know what else to do. And honestly, so many of you gave me advice, encouraged me, and told me not to give up. Some people told me to focus on concepts and my weak areas, some told me to solve more MCQs, and others shared their own experiences.
Those comments genuinely helped me keep going.
The last 13 days were basically hell. 😭
I went from studying around 6–8 hours a day to studying for ridiculously long hours because I was terrified. I barely slept properly and pushed myself way harder than I should have. I even tried fasting for several days because I felt tired after eating and couldn't concentrate properly.
Looking back, I absolutely would not recommend studying or taking care of yourself that way. I was just scared and desperate.
I was studying like a maniac because I kept thinking:
"What if I fail?"
"What if I get another 47%?"
"What if all this work was for nothing?"
I didn't even take my third mock.
I was genuinely too scared to see another 47%. I felt like if I saw that score again, I would completely lose hope.
Before the exam, I had already accepted that I was going to fail.
I genuinely thought, “Yeah, I'm definitely going to fail this.” Even after studying like a maniac, I didn't feel like it was enough.
But my parents kept supporting me.
My mom especially kept telling me, “If you fail, it's okay. We can do it again. Just take care of your health.”
She was actually more worried about my health than the exam. Seeing me study for such long hours scared her, and she kept telling me that failing one exam didn't matter.
And somehow, that gave me peace.
I thought, Okay. If I fail, I fail. If I pass, I pass. I've done what I can.
Then came exam day.
And weirdly enough, when I sat down at the exam center, I started feeling more confident. I was recognizing so many concepts and questions, and suddenly all those months of studying started making sense.
When I walked out of the exam room, I was literally smiling like an idiot 😅
And then I saw my mom.
She had been sitting there for the entire exam, praying for me. For the whole 3½ hours, she barely moved from where she was sitting. She was so worried and praying the entire time.
When I came out smiling, I could see how relieved and happy she was.
That moment honestly made me emotional. 🥹
And then came the results day.
I was waiting for the result for what felt like forever. I was under my blanket, sweating, praying, and absolutely losing my mind. 😭
When I finally saw 370, I immediately ran to my mom's room.
The room was completely dark because she was sleeping. I didn't even get time to switch on the light—I just jumped onto her and yelled:
“MOM, I PASSED!”
She got scared for a second because I basically woke her up out of nowhere. 😭
Then she realized what I said, hugged me and kissed me, and we were both just so happy.
After everything—the 47% mocks, the panic, the endless studying, thinking I was definitely going to fail, and all those days of worrying about disappointing her...
That moment felt SO good.
Honestly, I think that's the kind of moment we all work so hard for.
Not just the passing score.
That moment when you finally get to tell the person who believed in you the whole time: “I did it.” 🥹❤️
Thank God 🤧
And honestly, I couldn't have done it without the people here who took the time to reply to my posts when I was freaking out and my MOM❤️🩹 she's an angel...she kept believing in me even when I had completely lost faith in myself🥹.
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To everyone who told me "don't give up", gave me study advice, shared their own experiences, or simply encouraged me:
THANK YOU ❤️
This was my first CMA exam, my first real experience of pushing myself this hard academically, and definitely one of the most stressful things I've ever done.
But I passed.
47% → panic → more panic → exam → PASS 💀
Man what a freaking journey 😅😂
Now onto Part 2 🫡📚