"I thought about it," he says with a shrug. "Even talked to the school counselor about it? We budgeted out my time on paper and I think it left me with, like, two hours to sleep a night?" Which is pretty on par with what he gets anyway, but Caleb can't imagine trying to fit a job into his current schedule. He shrugs as he adjusts his bag on the bench beside him, unzipping it. "Most places won't hire a minor until the summer, anyway, and that's when I'll have way more time." Just a few more months, and by the summer, Caleb will be eighteen, anyway.