But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.

“I didn't want to talk about what happened, so it seemed safest not to talk at a…”

“I thought this was a cookout. You know, dogs and burgers, Tater Tots, ambrosia …”

“But in the real world, you couldnt really just split a family down the middle, …”

“Still, there was also was something reassuring about working for Commercial, al…”