Self-Righteous Rejection

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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