Autumn in Berkeley is the bathroom flooding from the rain 

And going for a drink anyway

Talking about which professors we prefer at the bar

Somehow there’s warmth in the gray sky

No heater in a building that’s 200 years old

Impostor syndrome fades away when

We’re huddled around the study table

These are the big moments we dreamed of as kids

With aspirations for a place like this 

This place we now call ours