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This will be my last semester as President of BrainScramble Magazine. Even as a writer, I come up empty, time and time again, attempting to translate this feeling into words. I remember my sweat-slicked hands as I hit “publish” for the first time, sixteen and scared, but the eager beat of my heart rich with possibility. I can still feel the pressing weight of the world on my shoulders with every issue we launch, our ambition shaking my breath, the wish to be great stronger than the urge to be shattered. Even when it is hard, even when we are tired, I am sure of one thing. BrainScramble has been more than my first crush: it has been my first love. I hope it has been one of yours, too.
He jokes she’s lucky she doesn’t have to call a carpenter,
She can no longer walk on her own, she tells him he could
have been a doctor.