Stephen Mejias

It's 4:59pm. Ariel walks into my office and waves a hand.

"I've got a test," he says. "So, I'm getting out of here."

I smile and shake my head. "I would hate to have to take a test after a day like today."

We've been busy.

"Yeah," Ariel says. "And it's Psychology."

I give him a look.

"I didn't know what kind of summer job I'd have when I was applying for classes. I thought, 'Whatever, I might be working at a restaurant.' I didn't know I'd have a cool job."

I smile. "Well, I'm glad you think it's a cool job."

"I do. I feel good when I tell people about it."