To get into Harvard, I needed electives. I already had the grades to prove my worthiness, even the councillor who had me at the top of his list for recommendations, but I needed more. The more the better, right?

So I picked up the same thing all the top grade students settle for—tutoring. Usually younger years, ones with easy and basic knowledge to learn, but I didn’t. I chose my peers.

We sit in the library, books splayed on the table in front of us, as I attempt to teach you about covalent bonds. “No- okay, they are non metals.” I clarify, staring at you as I wait for a reaction.