Come One, Come All

University is a circus: less like Soleil, and more akin to the charming-however-acutely-unhinged Britney Spears musical rendition. We, students, are the performers slacklining and trapezing from one checklist item to the next, trying to finish the show without plunging to our doom. We take turns teetering across a tightrope that is taut with the cross-directional strain of GPA pressure,…