By Soman S. Chainani
March 17, 1999. One year, five months, 26 days into my Harvard career—and I was a boy on the verge of a nervous breakdown. By nature, I’m a pretty calm kid. I don’t tend to take things too seriously, I don’t hold tension in my neck, I don’t confuse the forest for the trees. But in the course of 24 hours, I was knocked out.
Recipe for Nervous Breakdown:
1 rejection letter from Crimson Key
1 rejection letter from Prefect Program
1 rejection letter from the Signet
1 girl wearing pearls and carrying a
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