It’s not uncommon to find students coming into UCSF with a full-fledged relationship — one of those we’ve-been-steady-for-two-years types. But as we know all too well, UCSF isn’t always friendly to our long-distance lovebirds.
Given the recent events surrounding the presidential election, I find it hard to scribble about the topic I originally had intended to delve into: love. I mean, in such a packed city, how do I find so many single people who just can’t find the one to swipe right? I planned to make some profound statement about our hopeless yearning for romance through a screen, and just the general lack of intrigue happening on campus — but in light of what has happened, I think the real question is where is the love?
When nature calls, you go. There are no gender lines, arbitrary rooms and designated stalls. When your bowels are moving, sweat is dripping and the tensions are tight as can be, regardless of what sign that bathroom has up, you go. Nature happened to call really strongly upon my friend one day while we were working through the late night in the SimLab Clinics and to her terror, the women’s restroom was undergoing a cleaning. So like any normal person with an exploding bladder, she went into the men’s.