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Two years later, the crisp air of early January was invigorating as Jamie and Arthur stepped off the bus and onto the familiar campus grounds. The holiday break had been a welcome respite, filled with laughter and warmth, but now it was time to face the realities of their final year at university. "Ready for the final lap?" Arthur asked, nudging Jamie playfully as they walked towards the main building. His older brother's enthusiasm was infectious, and Jamie couldn't help but smile in response. "Absolutely! This is it, Arthur. We're going to crush it this year," Jamie replied, his voice filled with determination. He had spent the break reflecting on his goals, and he was convinced that nothing would stand in his way. The promise he had made to his mother lingered in his mind, a guiding light that fueled his ambition. As they entered the lecture hall, Jamie's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He had always loved architecture, the way it allowed him to blend creativity with practicality. But this year was different; he felt the weight of expectations pressing down on him. He was determined to be the best student in the entire university, a title that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. "Just remember, Jamie," Arthur said, his tone turning serious as they were about go their different path. "We need to keep our heads down and focus, and made sure you put enough focus on mathematics. This year is crucial if we want to fulfill our promise to Mom." "I know," Jamie replied, the gravity of his brother's words sinking in. "But I can do this. I've got a plan." He had spent countless hours studying, even studying mathematics more, sketching designs, and researching community needs for his project. He was ready to dive into the semester and prove to himself—and to his mother—that he could achieve greatness. As the professor entered the room, Jamie's excitement shifted to a more familiar feeling—anxiety. Professor John was known for his rigorous standards and no-nonsense attitude. Jamie had always felt a strange tension with him, a sense that the professor was watching him closely, waiting for him to stumble. He had heard whispers around campus about how Professor John had a particular disdain for students who flaunted their confidence, and Jamie's recent reputation for being overly ambitious had only fueled the fire.