So, when her teacher, Sarah Miller, called me to the school for the third time, citing her for disrupting the class, I was utterly baffled by Jessica's behavior.
Sarah frowned and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
"Mrs. Thomas, Jessica has always been a top candidate for Yale. She's worked hard for so many years, and now, at such a critical time, how could she be slacking off?"
She was so angry that she slapped her hand on the desk.
"If you don't want to study, fine, but sleeping in class and disrupting others is unacceptable."
I glanced at Jessica, who had her head down, tears welling up in her eyes as she meekly responded, "I'm sorry, Ms. Miller. I'm just so tired; I can't help it."
Sarah let out a sigh, her gaze shifting to me.
"Tired again? Last time you slept in class, you said it was because you were too tired. Mrs. Thomas, may I ask what time Jessica goes to bed each night?"
"She goes to bed at eleven and wakes up at six."
I answered without hesitation.
Although Jessica's SAT was approaching, she had a solid foundation and didn't need to burn the midnight oil in the weeks leading up to the exam.