The summer before my ninth grade year, I spent a month at the Johns Hopkins Center for Talented Youth, also known as CTY. When I arrived,...

“I thought we were friends?” she asked, sounding more like an accusation. We were inseparable friends. It was suffocating, her jealousy...

May 22 2016 Before I turned 6, I used to think about dying. Not seriously of course. Only in the way that if I died before I turned 6,...

The lunch line is barely moving. Freshmen who know it isn’t their lunch period yet shoulder past seniors who roll their eyes, already...