If you’re a high school senior like I am, I know how you feel right now. You sit on the edge of a chair, tapping feverishly through Instagram stories that all look the same.
They say Sonia is off to Yale! My bestie is going to Harvard! Dartmouth 25! All of it in glaring letters, topped with confetti or sparkle or, worse, the boomerang effect.
The pit in your stomach deepens, hot and dark and toxic, and though you probably should put your phone down, you keep tapping — until there’s a crick in your neck and your back forms a question mark.