Baljeet sat his desk, rubbing his eyes as the light from his open laptop pierced the darkness of the rest of his house. Looking at his wristwatch, Baljeet saw that it was almost midnight. Groaning, he face planted into his desk in exhaustion.

"I'm never going to get this speech done by tomorrow. How do they expect me to find time to write this speech with AP Literature, Calculus Three, and National Honora Society, not to mention lead the Science and Math Club? I need help."

Picking up his phone, he dialed the first number he thought of.

"Baljeet? Is that you? It's almost midnight! What are you doing up?" Phineas asked, and Baljeet could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

"Yes, I realize that it's late. I need someone who knows a lot about how to address our peers. I've been working on that speech for graduation tomorrow…"

Baljeet heard Phineas stifle a laugh. "YOU'VE waited this long to write that paper? I'm surprised."

"Well, if you were as busy as me, you'd realize you didn't have enough time for this." Baljeet stated angrily.

"You know what I'm involved in, right?"

Those words hit Baljeet like a train. Senior Student Council, Golf, and manager of the girls' soccer team, Phineas was not short on his activities either.

"Sorry about that, Phineas." Baljeet apologized, looking at his laptop again.

"It's alright. So what is it about this paper that you need help with?"

Baljeet rubbed his forehead in frustration. "It's how to phrase this stuff. I know all the things I want to say, but I don't know how to say it an interesting way. Interesting for our peers, at least."

Phineas sighed deeply. "Looks like we've got a lot to work on. Let's get to it. We want to get you to bed by one."