People have a natural tendency to gravitate towards perceived normalcy with the standard-bearing example being oneself whether or not they care to admit so. A microcosm of this behavioral phenomenon is the admitted-students pages for colleges that seniors proudly join in anticipation of meeting future classmates.
Blood violently coursing against your temple, heart dizzy with anticipation, your eyes skim over the word “Congratulations!” and in a nanosecond, the potential outcome of the next four years of your life flashes before you. Or, of course, the lack of this one simple word connotes a completely different, heartbreaking reality. This brief flash of adrenaline, I think warily, is the fruition of the last 13 years of schooling that I’ve endured. Regardless of the outcome, however, you assume that the pressure ends here. Right? Wrong.