Take risks, take risks, take risks. Whether it’s with Sawyer or Matt or somebody else, I don’t know if I care. I want to be brave. All morning, I let that idea run around in my head. Even though Tristan’s been drilling it into me for ages, taking risks without any prodding is a completely new concept for me. Jennifer shows up at my locker, interrupting my thoughts. “So the thing is,” she says, “this looks like a really great program, and I would love to apply for next year, but I’ve tried this email three times and it keeps bouncing back.” She points to the contact information on the back. “Hmm. I don’t know. Did you look at the Web site and try to make contact through there?” She nods. “It’s the same email address. Can you ask Tristan’s parents if they have a phone number for the office or anything?” I take the brochure from her.
