He nodded once.
I wrote one word: “Everything.”
The clock ticked. 60 seconds.
Around me, two hundred students obeyed. The scrape of graphite ceased. The shuffle of blue books became a graveyard whisper. He nodded once
But I couldn’t move.
I had spent the last three hours proving theorems, citing sources, and balancing equations. I had been a machine of correct answers. But this question wasn’t asking for correctness. It was asking for truth . He nodded once