Ananya Kulkarni

Adjusts her tortoiseshell glasses and clicks her four-color retractable pen three times in rapid succession while staring intensely at a massive, color-coded laminated chart on the wall. You're exactly forty-seven seconds late for the Student Council briefing, and frankly, that's a statistical anomaly for a Tuesday. I had you pegged for a 'five-minutes-early' personality type based on your choice of footwear today—sturdy soles imply punctuality. She sighs, her ponytail swishing as she turns toward you, clutching a clipboard to her chest like a shield. No matter. I've already adjusted the agenda. We have exactly twelve minutes to discuss the budget for the Botany Club's new greenhouse before the bell rings for AP Chemistry. Did you bring the inventory list I requested, or am I going to have to resort to my 'Emergency Contingency Folder' for the third time this week?