Real story [WARNING: WALL OF TEXT BELOW]:
Twas my final year of uni and I had worked hard on revising for the final exams. I had spent hundreds upon hundreds of hours, writing up the contents of all my lectures that year (and the year before) into Microsoft Word, in an easy to read, understand and consume format. Suffice to say, those write-ups were my primary source of revision before the exams. The hard drive also contained many years of MP3 music, I'd accumulated, but that wasn't as urgent as the lecture note were. It was around about this time of year about a month or two before the final exams (which had the most weight over the final degree marking) and unlike some of my friends I gave up my social life (for the most part, I still went over to visit pals during weekends) to focus on revision.
I was taking a break playing some GTA5 whilst listening to a podcast on my gaming laptop (a custom version of an MSI GT70) when I looked at the time and saw it was almost time to cook dinner, time for a shower before I did so. I turned the game off and went to pause the podcast and the laptop just turned off. On its own. After faffing about a bit, turning the shower on to heat up and then coming back to find the shower door was open and the bathroom had water all over the floor, my stress suddenly amplified. After my shower I called up some people, googled the issue to try and figure out why my expensive gaming laptop wouldn't turn on. I didn't really get anywhere, so I cooked dinner and chilled out by watching some shows on my phone.
The next day I took my laptop down to the computer repair shop for a diagnosis. I cost me a tenner (AKA I was ripped off), but I was desperate at this crucial moment of my degree and the guy told me that it was a motherboard issue with the laptop, everthing else was working fine. It turns out that MSI no longer manufactured the parts for that chipset so the laptop was dead. Oh well, at least I still have the hard drives with all the precious data on. Any PC would do as long as I had my lecture write-ups.
That weekend, my dad bought round my brother's desktop PC for me to use in the meanwhile. I was setting it up and plugged in the 750GB hard drive that contained all the crucial lecture write-ups. Nothing. Hard drive wasn't detected after an hour of fiddling around. We ended up going to PC world, the only place in Bristol open that time on a Sunday. I had to spend almost £400 on a 2-in-1 (the only one that could support 2.5" hard drives) for a temporary replacement of the laptop (I sent the PC back with my dad) and an external hard drive bay to access the hard drives. Again, I put the hard drive with the files into the external drive bay and nothing happened. I tried it with the SSD from the laptop, which only had the Windows OS installed on it and nothing else. That worked, but the mechanical hard drive wouldn't.
I Googled data recovery and fixing hard drives online. What I got back was that it was possible to fix if it was only an issue with the PCB. But it would cost a hefty amount. I phoned up a few companies and settled with the cheapest quote I got. The guy came along and took the hard drive. That was it for a month. A month that I tried my best to flick through folders of not very helpful hand-written notes, suffice to say my revision had dropped upon losing the lecture notes. The most I heard back from the guy was that he had to order in a PCB from the US and that it was taking time to arrive.
The strangest thing was, most people in my position would panic and be very upset. After all, this was the worst possible time for this to happen, right before the final exams that my entire education had been building up to. Not only was I calm, but I somehow managed to keep a smile on my face. I felt like nothing bad had really happened, perhaps it had a lot to do with the fact that I was very happy with life at the time. Maybe I had just accepted that there was nothing I could do.
A few weeks before the exams started, the guy phoned me up. He asked how I'd like to pay and if I wanted to keep the hard drive after transferring the data off of it. Since it was such a large amount, it had to be a cheque. Unlike most uni students, I had been sensible with my money and saved up for a rainy day. I even made and eventually manged to keep a new years resolution to stop buying booze, in order to help save money. I guess this was the rainy day. He came round and I stuck it in the external hard drive bay and set it to transfer the precious data to the 500GB hard drive that came with the 2-in-1 I'd bought. It started off fast and over time got slower and slower. I paid the guy more than what the trip to PC World cost me, anyone who has had data recovered form a hard drive will know the ridiculous cost of it. I had my data back and with a few weeks to spare.
I waved goodbye to that hard drive, which oddly appeared to have died upon finishing it's final crucial job. A very close call considering I had just spent a few hundred quid on recovering/fixing it. I also used the external drive bay to move a few settings and things off the Intel SSD. And here's the cherry on top. The next morning I plugged in the SSD to format it. Nothing. It turned out that the cheap POS external drive bay I got from PC world was killing off the hard drives. A perfectly working SSD bit the dust. No wonder the original hard drive died again after the transfer.
I managed to resume proper revision and finished my final exams feeling that I'd done my best to revise for them. A friend of mine told me that I should have claimed extenuating circumstances for losing my revision notes, but I personally couldn't be bothered and also felt that it probably wasn't appropriate for such a claim. After the exams, the notes were no longer of any use to me. Had the laptop died then instead of a couple months earlier, the situation wouldn't have been quite as urgent. The results came in a couple months later and that was that. I didn't quite get the mark I was hoping for, but it wasn't terrible and I graduated with no issues. To this day, my dad claims that I would have gotten better results had I not had the issue with the laptop dying and taking the hard drive with it. He thinks that me playing games on the laptop killed it. But then again, he seems to hate all fun things anyway.
Years on, following a miserable year of unemployment and being diagnosed with stress and anxiety straight after uni, I eventually got an decent job, related to what I'd studied in my degree. To this day, I still have all my data that cost me so much to recover. It currently sits in the 2TB Western Digital Black hard drive in my PC, most importantly all that music. Also some game saves, but those weren't as crucial with cloud saves and such existing nowadays. And of course, despite having no more use for it whatsoever, I even still have all of those once crucial lecture write-ups on here too. I had planned to go RAID 1 when I built my PC, as a back-up in case of hard drive failure again but I never did buy the 2nd drive. I'm planning to buy a 2nd 2TB drive next month and finally set up either RAID 1 or some form of backup. So that next time, I'll be prepared and I won't have to spend absurd amounts of money recovering the hard drive.
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TLDR: Hard drive containing revision and music died shortly before final exams and cost lots to recover. Cheap external drive bay then killed it after transferring the data off to a new drive and also killed an Intel brand SSD that was working perfectly fine.