My sophomore year of high school is something that I work very hard to forget. As it was happening, I did my best to not create any outstanding events that might help me remember what a miserable year it was. Every day was the same. This made it easy to conflate all 365 days into one blurb that I might place in a footnote of my life.

New city, new school. If I tried hard enough, I might be able to remember how scared I was walking to the cafeteria…