Spock closed the door to his room, and sat on the floor to meditate. His breathing was steady, his body relaxed, but his mind would not be still. He had showed weakness to his mother, perhaps she had not seen him glance where his classmates were, beyond the yard though she had certainly seen him attempting to catch his breath. He sat for 68.42 minutes, before realizing meditation would not help him tonight, for it would not come. He got up and briskly walked to his mother's library.
Though technically it as a library that went back several generations on his father's side he always thought of it as his mother's. The Vulcan in the room was open with all of the computers and reading monitors but restricted to one shelf of tactile object, if not for the decorations of the room. But, the room was filled with terran books from ceiling to floor, if he could not meditate, perhaps he could read more on the subject. He choose a book at random and began to read; Richard III by Shakespeare, 2076 edition. With care he turned the pages.