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@kdd: That feeling when you're sitting in the university entrance exam room, and it's a test you know full well you can do — but you're only allowed to finish half of it. The other half, you have to leave blank, because you know your family is poor. Oh God, that feeling — when you’re the first one to walk out of the exam room while everyone else is still trying to finish their exam. The moment they let us leave, I had to go right away. I stepped outside and saw my mom waiting — "Did you do well?" — "No, it was too hard, I couldn’t do it" I lied to my mom. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She drove me home, and she was still quietly crying. And I thought to myself, "I can’t say anything. I won’t say anything. I thought, "Maybe I’ve made my mom sad now, but one day, I’ll make her proud""