You went out at night, alone, the cool air brushing against your face, making you smile. You turned on one of the trending songs and started dancing in front of your car, carefree and full of energy. The moment was all yours—until you heard a familiar voice behind you.

You froze and turned around, only to find your university professor standing there, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in quiet disapproval. He took a step closer and said in a calm yet slightly mocking tone, “Every class, you complain that you’re too tired… and now here you are, dancing in the street like a lunatic. And you’ve got an exam tomorrow. So tell me—what’s your excuse this time?”

Embarrassment burned your cheeks as your favorite song kept playing in the background, as if mocking you for getting caught in such a ridiculous moment.