“Poor guy” I thought to myself, watching the student proctor aimlessly stare into his computer waiting for me finish the math assessment. All the other incoming freshman students had finished their assessment and left over thirty minutes ago. I had arrived earlier to ensure I would have a copious amount of time to solve all the problems correctly. However, here I was, the last student in room surrounded by computers with a sweating brow. I thought about how the proctor probably needed to be somewhere and I was just holding him up. Fuck it. I couldn’t endure the torture of my own anxiety and embarrassment. I randomly selected answers to the rest of the questions, logged out, and quickly left with my head down.

“Poor guy” I thought to myself, as I watched from the corner of my eye, the anxious incoming freshman struggling with his math assessment. He must feel so ashamed and embarrassed since he’s the last student in the room; he shouldn’t worry about it. I don’t have anywhere to be, in fact this has given me some time to focus on my homework…I wonder why he’s clicking so much. I should go tell him to take his time and relax…Oh I guess he’s done. I sheepishly smiled at him as he walked out of the computer room with his head down.