Harvard University

My friend bought a jetliner and flew it alone to Seattle to visit the Boeing factory that weekend. And that wasn’t the first time. “That’s awesome dude!” I said as Daniel modestly shifted his head down, trying to hide the smile that told me he knew he was the coolest kid in school. He sat down on the grass to open his yellow Tupperware and grabbed a slice of pizza, no crust. It’s always either pizza or corndogs or pesto pasta, and it’s always at our same spot. “What’d you do this weekend, [redacted]?” he asked, confidently pushing through his speech impediment. “Oh you know, just studied for…