i thought we said we’d go out more?

make our own squad, stay out of the dorm?

why sleep when study? why library when party?

you know, call our own shots?

chase our destiny?

make this worth the terrible essays

and the credits you slaved for 

can’t you just get horny, 

for math and undergraduate research?

it’s barely week three and you’re tired,

you haven’t met a soul

you can talk to, you just go out

with your roommate to dinner

and you grew up here, so it should be easier right? 

as each step through the lecture hall whispers 

your fear:

a girl you might know takes the seat to your left

and you look down at a blank screen instead.