It was a normal Monday morning, and I had dragged myself out of bed for a Ferris breakfast. Waiting by the toaster I watched in dismay as the last bits of avocado were viciously scraped from the metal container. Resigned to a different breakfast I turned away from the scene, but something caught my eye. […]
Inside my humble abode, there is a strange problem. A curious happening. A spooky occurrence. At regular times throughout the day, every single drawer in the room opens by itself. The only way to solve this problem is to slam the drawers shut, stub your toe and live in constant agony. Now, there might be […]
It’s the start of a new year here at Columbia. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. The semester is just beginning, and you decide it’s time for a tattoo. But not just any tattoo, a Columbia University themed tattoo. Maybe the heady days of NSOP have inspired you, maybe the return to campus […]
If you love both Killing Eve and comparing Columbia’s dorms to random things, then you’re in the right place. I have taken it upon myself to procrastinate the work I should be doing to provide you with a certifiable list of comparisons between the assassinations on the show and a collection of campus dorms.
Bwogger Abi expresses her love for the Carman service elevator. Dear Carman Service Elevator (or Ellie as I affectionately refer to you in my head), I think you know why I’m writing you this letter. Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed we have been getting closer and closer and I just need to voice […]
On Sunday afternoon, uncultured freshmen Jordan and Abi, who know nothing about ballet but were excited nonetheless, journeyed all the way to 60th Street to watch the Columbia University Ballet Ensemble perform Swan Lake. Hear what they have to say. After aimlessly wandering around in arctic temperatures, trying to find the Manhattan Movement and Arts Centre, we […]
As I entered Barnard’s Sulzberger Parlor I had three consecutive thoughts: this room is pretty, I’m tired, and I look and feel like a drowned rat. Underneath all this, I was excited, I love poetry, but it was a dismal Thursday night, I’d had classes all day, and there are midterms that I still have […]