Truly, they were coming up, and they were going to get this party started.
It’s hard to not be caught up in everything that takes place in the present. It’s what everyone is doing, so it has to be the only thing that matters, right?
Upperclassmen warned us. The signs were in the stars: 25 percent of freshmen live on CoRo.
Today is the day. All of the pent up agony and testosterone of the freshman class will soon erupt in elation … or in despair.
If you’re free on Sunday nights, do yourself a favor and drop in to Eagle’s Nest next year. You won’t regret it.
Sometimes, being a copycat is okay. This is especially true when it means Mac decides to make actual edible food for a change.
Spring Break is creeping up on BC like a lion on the prowl, ready to pounce and feast upon the motivation, bank accounts, and morality of the student body.
Suddenly, a cage fit for a tiger dropped from the ceiling, and the freshman found himself stuck behind metal bars.
Toploader arrives out of nowhere, and immediately begins to play everyone’s favorite song. Life moves slower for a little while.
The coronation of Coloring Book as the year’s Best Rap Album perhaps made up for the award show’s overlooking of Chance for so long, but I’m still bitter.