Sean was sitting on his bed in his dorm room, working on his required reading for his 20th Century American Lit class, when his iPhone started buzzing in the pocket of his hoodie. He fishes it out, and gazes at the notification. He sees a text message. The sender was Danielle, a girl in his Physics for Poets class. “Hey, Sean. Are you busy tonight?” He taps out “Not really, just trying to get ahead in my reading” and hits send before putting the phone on his thigh and resuming his reading.