I want you to be my friend so, so badly. You are so scary and so smart, and I love the way you yell at people for saying stupid things. Also, it doesn't hurt that you show up to class in the flyest saris every single day. You make me hate my jeans and grey sweaters. I hope I can overcome my crippling fear that you will scoff at me if I talk to you, because you are so pretty, and you appear to know everything. You make me love school again, and I love you for it.