I hate talking to people. I actively avoid any social confrontation, always beelining for tablet kiosks in restaurants and choosing to work independently. So naturally fifth-grade-me was set on joining Harbinger — a class where writers talk to dozens of strangers a month.  Makes sense. But before unconsciously applying to my worst nightmare, freshman-me had to fend for my life in the woods. Also known as attending J-1 class. To read more of this column, click the link in bio. #storybyadalillieworthington #socialmediabysydneyeck #photobycarolinemartucci