Late Nights

So, have I mention lately that I hate school? For those of you who know me, that would be a yes. Recently, I've been spending about ninety percent of my waking hours studying, studying, and doing a bit more studying. Well, the other night, which was actually the wee morning hours, I was sitting in a 24-hour library, you know, studying. And I could just feel this huge booger in nose, and it was really in there and it even started to impair my breathing, which was quite distracting I might add. Well, this posed a problem because I had all my study material set out just the way I liked it and if I went to the restroom I would have to pack it all up and set it up again, and that would just take to much time, time that I can't afford to waste. So, I waited. At that time there were three other groups studying, by five, there was only one other group and I saw my opportunity. I'm not going to lie, I was nervous, if someone saw me picking my nose in public, I'm not sure I could keep a straight face. So, I went for it, and no joke the kid across the room just happened to look up at me. I did what could and tried to play off the old "my nose itched" tricked, but I could see he wasn't fooled. He mumbled something to his friends and they all got a laugh, I, on the other hand, looked intently at my papers pretending to be fully focused and unable to trouble myself with nonsense because given the situation I had no choice.