BLACK SCREEN. FADE IN.
INT. DORM ROOM – NIGHT
Selina (20, Singaporean-Chinese) has both hands on the Mac keyboard. She is leaning forward expectantly before a desk piled high with dog-eared books, loose sheets of paper and thin notebooks with mythical, cartoonish covers. Cue music: something whimsical like Hisaishi’s Nausicaä Requiem! something dramatically perching on the edge of the symphonic abyss like Mahler’s Sixth!
The my.harvard page is loading.
She stretches and hums.
She checks Instagram, puts her phone down, and flips a page of Jess Row’s Your Face in Mine.
The front page loads. The music reaches a feverish pitch.
She feigns hesitation for a moment. It’s nice to dwell in a state of no commitment. Then the stillness breaks as her fingers start flying across the keyboard.
She swiftly clicks on “My Program” and then “Declare Concentration”.
ZOOM IN on her laptop screen. A series of selections from one drop-down list to the next:
- Joint Concentration. Click.
- Primary Concentration. History and Literature. Click.
- Allied Concentration. Philosophy. Click.
The cursor hovers over the red ‘Submit’ button. The music dies. Silence is viscous on the screen.
SELINA
Alright. (a pause) Amen.
A beat. She grins and presses.
Click.
Lots of Love,
Officially a Hist&Lit and Philosophy major,
Selina Xu 
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