Ah, Interterm. A magical time of year where lines are shorter, weeknights are freer, and everyone you actually wanted to see is inexplicably in London or The Philippines. For Trevor Catalan, this spinoff semester features acquaintances such as: Eric, a peripheral member of his orientation group, Chloe, who he laughed with in a class once, and other people that he would normally not acknowledge on campus.

Catalan’s weeknights have been filled with forgettable games of rage cage, group screenings of The Bachelor where half the people have never seen the show, and intimate birthday parties where he knows maybe two people.

“These two weeks have been maybe the hardest semester of my life. Like, suddenly, Reece Vogel thinks he can just hit me up to smoke,” vents Catalan. “Fucking Reece Vogel. And the worst thing is, I tell him yes! What else am I going to do?”

Tensions rose last week (Yesterday), when Catalan casually referred to the group as “The B-Crew” and was ostracized for being the first to vocalize what everyone was thinking. However, he was saved by the group’s collective need to have anyone to talk to at all.