April 10, 2018 (vol. 127, iss. 108) • Page Image 5
…This weekend I sat in the library, rigorously trying to finish an essay. Music was playing, my feet were tapping and my fingers were frantically traveling back and forth between my mouth and the keyboard. I like to believe that if I don’t bite my nails while I write essays, I could probably get more words on the page. Yet no matter how conscious I try to be about my anxious habits, I still fall into them. I try to hide my nails fro...…