In the spring of 8th grade, I suffered through any middle schooler’s worst nightmare--a fight with my best friends. I’m sure if I could remember what this fight was about now, I would find it extremely trivial. But at the time, my world was imploding.
So that afternoon, I did what any distressed 13-year-old would do. I ran off the school bus, threw my backpack down on the kitchen table, made a beeline for the desktop computer, and started looking up college campuses.