posted on: Thursday February 14, 2013
Keely Mohin ’14/Portfolio Editor
Helen had a habit of not caring. She didn’t care about her homework, she didn’t care about her lame part-time job swiping students into the dining hall, and she certainly didn’t care about herself. Because there was this thing inside, this strange, weird thing, which she just couldn’t like. Call it a character flaw, a weakness, or an irrational manifestation of some obscure mental disorder, but something felt off-kilter, something felt “not right,” something just journeyed off.