We both thought CJ had made it when she got into Hah-bah-du, guaranteeing, at worst, a lifetime job of tutoring for a hundred bucks an hour—thought she could finally drop the stress that choked her with every test, every big paper during high school. But the release never came. The grind of getting into Harvard only gave way to staying afloat there: navigating the students who treated Harvard like one more playground guaranteed since birth, the secret societies they formed to hold the line between themselves and the Dorm Crew workers like CJ who got there early to scrub toilets, the professors
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