On a Friday night a few months ago, I was on a FaceTime call with some friends, other seniors in high school. We were hanging out in our rooms, scrolling through Snapchat , when a friend of mine mentioned a girl he knew from one of our sister schools. He wanted to text her, but his thumb froze. “Send it, bro,” one friend said, “but screw it up and it’ll be screenshotted.” He didn’t send the text.

At the Chicago high school I graduated from in June, phones were out during private and public moments. It could be in class when someone fumbled a presentation, or the cafeteria when someone tripped. Most clips stayed in private Snapchat group chats, shared among a few dozen kids. But they could spread further, and cut deeper. Last year, a friend from another school was filmed in his attempt t

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