The most stressful story, however, was the phishing email. It was finals week. She got an email from "The University IT Department" claiming her password had expired and she needed to click a link immediately or lose access to her student portal—including her grades.

I, the cynical poli-sci major, waited an hour to see if she’d get sick.

I stared at her. She was dead serious. Her brow was furrowed in the way it gets when she’s trying to tune her flute by ear. Chloe genuinely believed that a professor had the power to issue a metaphysical judgment on her entire being.