The Hockey Star Regret
I’d been at this for hours, flipping through my notes, rereading the prompt, skimming the novels again, but it was like my brain had shut down.
I was usually good at English. Not amazing, but good enough to string together a decent essay. But this professor? It was like he wanted me to decode the meaning of life from two 19th-century novels and make it sound groundbreaking.
Nothing I came up with seemed right, and the deadline was breathing down my neck. You would think that I would think that my love for reading novels would translate to me actually acing the course but you would be sorely mistaken.
“You okay?”
I lifted my head at the sound of Hayden’s voice. He was leaning against my bedro