“Alright Mags, once and for all what is up with the star obsession?”

I’m so glad you asked, though I’m not going to tell you. I have gotten this question, in various forms, so often and given so many different answers. There is one answer, one true answer, but that’s for me.

After arriving early to the station, I waited while herds of people joined me on the platform. The mass of humanity reminded me of the herds of antelopes I had seen in elementary school textbooks, except these antelopes were holding coffee cups.

In 8th grade, I excitedly told my mom about the squid I dissected at the aquarium as part of a field trip I took with my marine life science elective. My best friend and I took the class together and we loved it. Our friendship that year involved a lot of discussion about Grey’s Anatomy, a show that was still in its early seasons, and how we wanted to be doctors. I mean, like, we were really cool, definitely not huge nerds. It was a year later though that I ditched a class for the first time ever after having a panic attack in Freshmen biology.