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"Are you sure that sitting at the front of the class won’t help?” “Are you sure it's not that you just aren’t paying attention?” “Why can’t you just get a translator?”

Growing up, we’re told that we can be anything. We’re taught to dream and imagine; we’re told that optimism beats realism every single time. Then we get older, and we start to lose sight of this idea. When we’re kids, we dream of being president.

Imagine you are, in the words of forensic psychiatrist Park Dietz, one of the “small number of people sitting at home, with guns on their lap and a hit list in their mind.” You

Most people grow up watching football or basketball, but I grew up on comic books. My dad spent most of his time reading comic books, and I grew up learning about the characters in them.

“Oh my gosh! That looks so complicated! You are so smart; I could never do that.” These are often the responses I get when my friends look at my computer while I’m doing my homework. But, the truth is, my homework really isn’t that complicated.

I’ve never been good at lasts. They’re hard to process in the moment, pulling me to either the most emotional end of the reaction spectrum or leaving me to stew in my own fabricated indifference. Balance clearly isn’t a strong suit of mine, either.

Today, many people say America is more divided than ever.

Taylor Swift’s latest album, “Reputation,” came out last month and was immediately met with passionate reactions.

Earlier this month, Syria announced its intention to sign the Paris climate accord, leaving the United States as the sole country in the world to jettison the historic deal.

The internet ruined my life. 

OK, maybe that was a bit of an overstatement. I’ll issue an amendment: The internet has changed my life for better and for worse.