The best lesson High school taught me was the art of losing. Not of perfect grades, competitions, or essays–that are due the day of their disappearance for frigid authoritarians. I mean the loss of friends, family, relationships, and yourself. I lament on Darryl, my first best friend whom I met the first day of presch…
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