Not everyone is a topper. And even those who are don’t always get the freedom to pursue everything they want. I don’t say this to disrespect anyone—it’s just what I’ve come to believe: marks don’t measure the spectrum of human possibility. I remember Class 8. The day I got my F in Mathematics is etched in my mind. I had to give a retest. The report card felt heavier than bricks, and the silent judgment of teachers and classmates clung to me longer than any lesson ever could. That day, failure didn’t teach me a lesson—it tried to define me.