On May 15, 2019, I was elected president of the rising junior class at Roosevelt High School. Little did I know that my junior year would be brutally disrupted by a pandemic with far-reaching consequences, including the fact that I was seeking to implement casual Fridays and raise the hemlines of skirts to accommodate one-inch nails, so that when you press your palms to the sides of your legs it only has to reach the tips of your fingers and not the nail itself. In April, when classes went completely online, no one really seemed to care about the dress code at all. While I was glad that I could now...