As I trek into ‘Neuroethics’ for the first time, ducking out of the budding chill of early fall in the Berkshires, I scan the room. Immediately, I am taken aback – what a selection of students! Just unzipping his backpack is Lin-Manuel Miranda, Michelle Obama organizes her pens by color, Malala Yousafzai sneaks pretzels from Lee out of her bag. But I spot a face even more familiar to me: my good friend Molly flips the lid of her Mac, letting her fingers dance over the keys. Given the choice of any of Earth’s inhabitants, I am still inclined to select Molly as my tutorial partner. At first glance, we seem to be each other’s doppelgänger: both tall, blonde, fond of school, enamored with vocab lists, and always ready to crack chemistry