In our household, we simply called it "the final project"—a big, important-sounding thing my nephew spent an entire semester on. To me, it meant extra money for books and printing thick reports, and the real lesson was the frustration he described when his team's theoretical design met a stubborn, practical flaw. It felt less like a grand capstone and more like preparing for the same small, persistent battles he watches me have with my old car, just with a fancy certificate at the end.
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