I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Finally, the day had come—the presentation day. The final hurdle. All my other assignments were done and dusted; I had even submitted one earlier today. But this? This was the last boss level—the grand finale.

The classroom was a hotbed of anxiety. Everyone sat stiffly, fidgeting, chewing on pens, tapping their feet. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. And why wouldn't it be? For every lecture today, five unlucky souls had to present. The doomed ones? Roll numbers 1 to 5. The rest of us sat like spectators at a gladiator match, morbidly grateful we weren't in the arena yet.