Welcome back to the one post a year that focuses neither on Columbia or on student life! We hope this year’s recap on pop culture reminds you of the craziness we as humans have to endure each waking moment of our lives.

They say the truth comes from the mouth of babes. We say the truth comes from Columbia professors’ closing remarks.

Hydrocarbons weren’t the only combustion reaction during my Gen-Chem final.

We saw a lot of deranged things on campus this semester, and now you can too!

Provost Boyce announced via email today that the start of the Spring 2022 semester will be virtual amid COVID-19 developments. 

To all my friends who finished all of their finals over a week ago: please just stop talking to me.

What to do if you’ve been calling Columbia home by accident because you like it better here.

Finals didn’t stop Bwog from living it up. Well, actually, it sort of did.

You know the drill! Enjoy the tunes, fits, and pastimes of Bwog’s fall semester.

In the heart of finals season, Bwog is here to tell you how not to study.

This semester has been marked by many ups (I’m assuming for some people) and downs (that’s more like it.) No matter how bad it got, though, nothing kept me up at night quite like the cringe-worthy interactions I had with professors this semester.

On the first day of finals week, following an increase in COVID-19 positivity rates and Barnard’s return to grab-and-go dining, CC and SEAS have strongly recommended that professors move all finals to an online format. Senior Staff Writer Grace Fitzgerald-Diaz and Staff Writer Victoria Melkonyan contributed to this report.

Bwog explores modern alternatives for Columbia College’s swim test.

The one where I give you all the tea about Columbia’s libraries because I have spent the majority of the last 72 hours living in them.

Yeah. I don’t want to talk about it.