nineteen and unravelling
The transition from a chaotic campus freshman to a girl navigating the upper echelon of university life happened so smoothly I barely registered the shift. Over the next three weeks, The Era Society officially transformed from a midnight blueprint on Chris's bedroom floor into a living, breathing reality. The Student Administration Board had sent the official approval email on Tuesday morning, and Chris, Bianca, and I had celebrated by screaming in the middle of the quad until campus security gave us a warning look. My grades were perfect, my social media feed was a curated aesthetic of espresso blazers and luxury student life, and my relationship with Malik Thompson had solidified into some