You’re sitting in class.

Your leg won’t stop bouncing.

You twist your pen. Click it. Spin it. Tap it.
You rub your thumb against the seam of your glove.
You pace in the bay longer than necessary.
You chew the inside of your cheek during report.

And somewhere in the back of your mind, you think:

Why can’t I just sit still like everyone else?

No one prepares you for the silence that follows failure.

The moment the entrance exam results come back.
The score you didn’t expect.
The weight in your chest that feels heavier than disappointment—it feels like shame.

You didn’t just fail a test.