Hunched back, clacking keyboard, staring into the abyss; these are the required parts to writing that one detailed and much needed 500 word email to your professor about the most important thing you could ever imagine.

The only language class I’ve enjoyed taking.

A step-by-step how-to that’ll make you the center of attention you’ve always deserved to be!

If you’re looking for a course at the intersection of philosophy, economics, public policy, and environmental science, look no further than Professor Tim Williamson’s upper-level philosophy elective.

It’s not even a class at this point, it’s basically a game.

Last year, I wrote this article about places I’ve tripped. Now that I live in the farthest dorm from campus—and especially because my first classes are in Mudd and Teacher’s College—the opportunities to fall flat on my faces have all but abounded.

Entering this god forsaken Trader Joe’s is like descending into the fiery pits of hell (no I’m not exaggerating).

Bweak a leg!

Tonight there will be crunchy green grapes at Bwog’s Open Meeting at 9 pm in Lerner 510. They want you to come to the meeting so they can be eaten. Come to the meeting to satisfy their wish!

An ode to patience I never asked to practice.

and (arguably) the better one.

Oh, how I strangely love it here.

Rumi from KPop Demon Hunters takes on Broadway.

I just wanted a milkshake.

Staff writer Emorie Hayes invites you to spend more time at the John Jay rotunda.