Your first weeks at Yale, meeting new people is all too easy. You go up to a similarly nervous-looking, lanyard-wearing first year, say your name, residential college and hometown, and you’re fast friends. Meeting new sexual partners is just as simple. Did I mention that the nervous-looking, lanyard-wearing first year is just as horny as you? Evidence is everywhere; suddenly half of Durfee E has chlamydia. It’s first year — if the worst thing that can happen is chlamydia from your FroCo group crush, everyone is taking those odds. The two of you hook up after a “crazy” night out at Woads. The next day, you text and he leaves you on read. You pay a visit to Yale Health. But hey, at least something happened.
September 19, 2024
