You sat at the desk in your small apartment, surrounded by textbooks and notes.

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to make sense of the overwhelming workload that seemed to consume your every waking hour.

You didn’t notice your best friend, Jason, standing in the doorway, his concern evident on his face.

He had let himself in, only to find you in such a state.

The sudden sound of his voice made you jump.

“You’re more than your grades, you know?”

…

That’s what you think.