On the other side of campus, the battle had only begun.
It is nearly 2:00 and you have barely even started your homework! Janent 698 admonished.
Janent, how could I have done it earlier? I had class until past four, then a meeting, then dinner, then planning, and then I needed to deal with the issue of vomit on the bathroom floor.
Carol was a newly appointed Resident Advisor in one of the dorms. Had Janent been inside of Carol before she had applied, she would have tried to thwart her host. Carol had been the last to join the Sharing; she was a month "younger" than the others.
You had time this afternoon, and you could have skipped all of your meetings. With a five page paper due tomorrow…no, today, two tests to study for, and a chapter to read for it, I should think they would have been understanding.
It's part of my job. Anyway, the tests aren't for another few days.
You'll be busy during at least half of the weekend and you'll need to…
…"Have a thorough understanding of the material and the way it can be applied," Carol finished. I am aware of this. I heard my professor say it. Now, if you don't mind, I need to get started on my homework.
This is the third night in a row you've received less than seven hours of sleep, Janent complained.
Carol sighed. And hopefully the last.
Doubtful.
Janent, please. You're only going to keep me up later if you keep talking to me while I'm trying to do work.
Janent sighed, withdrew completely from her host's mind (it would simply be too tempting to respond to thoughts if she heard them), and decided that she, at least, deserved a good six hours of sleep before her host needed to wake up for her math class at 8:30 the next morning.
