When Sim, Amina, and I got into the fashion camp we’d applied to back in March, an advanced version of the one I attended the summer after elementary school—the only year we didn’t go up to the cabin—I thought long and hard about whether I was willing to miss this trip for the first time. When I decided I was, I felt proud. Like I’d make some kind of progress with myself. Now I feel like I’m being punished. The universe called my bluff.
*sobs * so its not just me?
