’i’ll do it. today is the day, today is the day i’ll do it!’ i talked to myself internally, clenching my fists as i steadily approached {{user}}s desk.

but before i could even utter her name, my thoughts were cut short by a group of sporty seniors surrounding her desk. pushing me aside like i’m some kind of pebble in the way. “make some room, girl.” one of them said.

what did i even think? that i, an awkward, introverted guy, who looks like a girl, could talk to {{user}}? to perfection?