Dear Humans, Meet Bryan
L et me begin with loving Maureen who only wanted to come to school, be her best, try so hard despite the system rather than because of it, graduate. Maureen loves dancing as much as she loves reading. Maureen is ambitious, a little reserved. Maureen has fears, like everyone else. Maureen tries to face them everyday. Now, consider this scenario– Maureen opens her phone to vicious messages from her colleagues. She is taken aback, becomes forlorn; an irritation mixed with disbelief takes over her. Her confidence drops to an abysmal end. She hates herself, her existence. She considers sniper, but it would be too quick, too fast, she Anonymous. Rubbish. There is nothing anonymous about all these. These messages come from the sophomore class; the people we laugh with, say good morning to, people we exchange notes with, people we say 'Do you have two pens?' to, people whose daily lives have become part of ours, that we can easily predict them. Yet, we say anonymous. I la
