Having a plan has always been my strong suit. I need a schedule and a routine to survive. I wake up at 6:37 a.m. every morning. 

I have an illuminated star chart on my bedroom ceiling, and every night, I trace the constellations with my finger, naming them in my head, like old friends. 

My plan for the cafeteria is always the same: to find a table on the edge of the room for optimal positioning away from the other sophomores. A seat where my back faces the wall and I can occupy my hands.