But here I sit, jumping out of my skin. And for what, I don’t know. There are plenty of things I should be doing. Plenty of books I should be reading for class and quizzes and journal entries. Doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.
In the mean time, I’m pretty sure my pained facial expressions, bouncing legs, and wandering eyes across the table from Nate aren’t helping him get his essay written. Better leave him be.