If stress burns calories, I’d be a super model.
Scott was anxious—really anxious. He hadn’t slept a wink in three nights and somehow still had the energy to pace about the room and plan his own funeral. He wasn’t suicidal; he was just imagining the various methods his father might use to arrange a meeting between Scott and his maker as soon as Dad heard the news.
You see, Scott was the first person in the history of his family to attend college and yet, here he was three years later awaiting possible expulsion for an embarrassing infraction.
He hadn’t eaten since the incident. He was not allowed access to the cafeteria for a full week after the spectacle last Thursday. Besides, with all the anxiety, ...