The list below is only for the 100% scholarship exam. The final lists will be published on the evening of August 22, 2022.
All candidates invited to the Stage 3 exam are expected to memorize the following tirade from William Shakespeare’s Hamlet.
Candidates are required to be present at the test center with their IDs half an hour before the test.
The list below is in numerical order, not in order of success.
| 11:00-12:15 | ||
| ADAY NO | SAAT | |
| 1. | 1413 | 11:00-11:15 |
| 2. | 1416 | 11:15-11:30 |
| 3. | 1444 | 11:30-11:45 |
| 4. | 1573 | 11:45-12:00 |
| 5. | 1654 | 12:00-12:15 |
| 12:30-13:45 | ||
| ADAY NO | SAAT | |
| 6. | 1663 | 12:30-12:45 |
| 7. | 1678 | 12:45-13:00 |
| 8. | 1740 | 13:00-13:15 |
| 9. | 1762 | 13:15-13:30 |
| 10. | 1796 | 13:30-13:45 |
| 14:00-15:15 | ||
| ADAY NO | SAAT | |
| 11. | 1801 | 14:00-14:15 |
| 12. | 1850 | 14:15-14:30 |
| 13. | 1871 | 14:30-14:45 |
| 14. | 1897 | 14:45-15:00 |
| 15. | 1901 | 15:00-15:15 |
“Oh that this solid, rigid body would dissolve,
and melt away in the dew of the morning!
Or if God had not forbidden
man to kill himself!
O God! O God! How oppressive, how awful,
how unpleasant, how empty this world seems to me!
Oh, how disgusting, how disgusting! It is a neglected garden,
whose fierce plants have gone to seed,
Whatever is filthy, whatever is vulgar in nature is in it.
Is this what it will be two months after his death?
Not even that, not even two months.
Think of that great king and look at this:
One a sun god, the other a forest devil!
How he loved my mother,
He shielded her face from the blowing winds.
The heavens and the earth, shall I forget them?
How he would fall on my father,
His love seemed to increase as he was fed with love.
And yet in a month… I’d better not think about it.
A woman is a weakness! A short month…
The shoes she wore that day haven’t worn out
As she walked behind my father’s coffin,
Like Niobe, with two tears in her eyes…
How could it be, that woman, yes the same woman
-God, even a brainless beast
would have suffered more- she’s marrying my uncle;
my father’s brother; a brother so
that he’s as unlike my father
as I am unlike Heracles.
In a month… In a month…
The salt of her lying tears
While they are still burning her reddened eyes She is marrying this man. What fierce haste!
What a fierce rush to the forbidden bed!
No good, no good can come of it.
But choke yourself, my heart; I must hold my tongue!”