Today is a hard day. Time for those rosy-colored (or Colt 45-colored glasses, perhaps) to come off. Classes begin tomorrow, and now you can only get drunk two or three nights a week. Let’s remember NSOP 2010: A Whatever Odyssey together. We’ll see you in discussion section, fresh-people.
You probably spent your first night getting not-enough-drunk at Carman. So did we! Your fake ID probably sucks. So did ours, till we took our ex’s older sister’s! You got locked out of your room in your towel! We’ve been there.
Even if NSOP seemed like a slew of tepidly-fun mandatory events, it could have been much worse.
In case you’re not sick of Morningside’s bars already, re-enjoy these bar trading cards.
The Class of 2010 passed down some Senior Wisdom.
You all yelled “PENIS!”