Every professor tells me the same thing about you Nick, that you’re a “great resource when writing a paper,” but let’s be real, when it’s down to the wire, I’m going on funfactz.com/great-depression to write my paper not Articles+ on Franklin.
Why in the world would I not just grab my Sushi and Red Bull and walk away?
No other CVS compares, and I’ve tried dozens. The CVS near Franklin’s Table is cold and unfeeling; the aisles stretch infinitely backward, the shelves are higher and menacing, the granola bar selection is subpar at best, seriously lacking in mint chip Cliff bars at worst.
I don't have a girlfriend (yet), but I've started making plans for when I inevitably get one. I did some scouting and put together this list of six extremely romantic places on campus where I would kiss her. Man, I love her so much already.
UTB, I'll miss you. Seth Fein, I love you.
HUMANS! GONE ARE YOUR HAND-CRAFTED TORTAS AND CHIPS, YOUR TANGY BEVERAGES, YOUR DELICIOUS SALSA! WE HAVE REPLACED THEM WITH HOT POCKETS AND INSTANT PIZZA. ARE YOU NOT AFRAID?
I know this frat on Spruce where we’ll have a really bad time and immediately want to leave. The guys at this frat are simultaneously really mean to everyone and also sexually attracted to everyone.
I am funny, and if you think otherwise then my sense of humor is probably beyond you.
Stay perfectly still like you’re just a mannequin of a boy peeing. Science has proven that if you stay perfectly still, people will think you are a statue or an art installation.
I’m going to ‘good question’ my question just to make sure everyone sees it.
If you’ve ever been in one of the high rises, you know there’s no service on the elevators. In addition to there being no service on this particular elevator, there are also no other people. Sources say it’s just me and this bitch.
My dad emailed your dad that I was coming here, and he said I should text you.
His penchant for covering his face with ray-bands that went out of style twenty years ago should’ve been a sign.
Maybe I'll name my hedge fund Liger Global. Those names are different enough.
There is only one date I cling to: the beginning of the next school year, when this meaningless cycle begins all over again, and I order more pens off of Amazon.
Upon returning to campus, I visited my old friend to dust off its smooth, vandalized sides and to caress it.
It would be a house just for me and my closest friends. We could hang out every day! It would be so much fun. I don’t say this enough, but I love my friends a lot.
Basically, I was born to account. For things. And that’s why I transferred to Wharton.
We know it can be tricky to hide your pride, but that’s just what our leftist campus pseudo-culture does to us.
I tried to read my email, even BuzzFeed, but found myself lost in a sea of text.