Everyone here seems so thrilled to meet everyone else, but I’m perpetually tempted to retreat to my room. In high school, it was popular, nay, dictated, that you never appear too excited about anything. My droll cynicism fit in far better than it does here, where every topic must be approached with exuberance. “You’ve been to Italy? I’ve been to Italy!” “I worked on this BLANK and it was such an amazing experience!” I’m not used to waxing on about my accomplishments, and I’m suddenly thrust into a world where every activity must be shared with equal enthusiasm. No, I don’t eat organic vegetables. And I’ve never met a senator. I suddenly feel rather small.
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