The classroom felt suffocating as I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the lecture. Professor Reyansh’s voice, smooth and commanding, echoed through the room as he critiqued the work of my classmates. But it wasn’t their papers that caught my attention—it was mine.

I could feel his eyes on me, even when he wasn’t addressing me directly. His gaze was heavy, calculating, always measuring, always waiting for me to slip. And I did. I always did.