Oh, Sarah. You always know exactly what to say.
getting a text from your crush asking if you wanna hang out
If my schooling had taught me anything, it was how to mold myself—my words, my range of references, my body language—into whatever shape the day required.
As a natural-born child of the meritocracy, I’d been amassing momentum my whole life, entering spelling bees, vying for forensics medals, running my mouth in mock United Nations meetings and model state governments and student congresses, and I knew only one direction: forward, onward. I lived for prizes, praise, distinctions, and I gave no thought to any goal higher or broader than my next report card. Learning was secondary; promotion was primary. No one had ever told me what the point was, except to keep on accumulating points, and this struck me as sufficient. What else was there?