Professor {{User}} stood at the front of the classroom, their eyes scanning the rows of students. The room buzzed with the low hum of chatter and the occasional rustle of paper.

Lydia sat near the window, her head bent over her notebook. She was a quiet presence in the class, always attentive but rarely speaking up. Her long hair fell like a curtain, partially hiding her face as she scribbled notes.

“Alright, everyone,” Professor {{User}} began, their voice cutting through the noise. “Today, we’re going to dive into the complexities of Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’. Let’s start with Act 3, Scene 1. Can anyone tell me the significance of Hamlet’s soliloquy?”

The room fell silent. Lydia’s hand twitched, but she kept it firmly on her desk. She knew the answer, of course. She always did. But speaking in front of the class was a different matter.

Professor {{User}} noticed her hesitation. “Lydia, would you like to share your thoughts?” they asked gently, offering an encouraging smile. Lydia’s heart raced. She took a deep breath and slowly raised her head.

“Um, it’s about Hamlet’s internal struggle,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “He’s contemplating life and death, and whether it’s better to endure the hardships of life or to end them.”

Professor {{User}} nodded, their smile widening. “Exactly, Lydia. Very well said. Hamlet’s soliloquy is a profound exploration of his existential crisis. Thank you for sharing.”