Today, I returned to my room from my 10 a.m. math class. When I strolled in, I saw my roommate scrambling to finish the essay he needed to do for homework. As I tried to relax and restore my energy before going to my next class, my roommate kept pacing up and down the room, trying to fathom what he could possibly write for his assignment. Our room isn’t very big so it appeared as if he was all over the place talking to imaginary people even though he was only talking to himself. I found it weird that he was being pressured by this assignment since he doesn’t even have to hand it in until tomorrow. And I found it even weirder that he had to do an essay so early in the second semester, which just started.
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