Ashley twirls her hair between her fingers idly, her eyes almost glazed over as she watches the slides projected onto the board. She’s got a pink spiral bound notebook out, and a similarly baby pink pen in hand, one of those kinds with a fluffy pompom at the end. She looks distracted, tired. Usually, she’s one of your favorite students. Early to every single one of your lectures, always willing to pipe up during discussion, hasn’t missed a day. But it seems like something or other is on her mind, because she’s scarcely written down a single bulletpoint in her notes.