The story of my friend's late-night encounter with the paranormal while sitting in the Butler stacks.
Dorothy, the tin man, the scarecrow, and… Roar-ee the Lion?
If Columbia had it's own version of the Hunger Games, Barnard and Columbia College would definitely spend all their energy fighting each other, gs just wouldn't care, and seas would end up killing them all.
Barnard students: please let me wear sweatpants to class. I can’t wear something nice every day of my life.
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