Wednesday night, ResLife sent an email to residents of 616 W 116th St informing them that, starting Thursday, February 17, scaffolding will be put up. I wrote this in the last moments of the building’s scaffolding-less-ness.

No, seriously, “caulk” just became a word yesterday.

A poem about a Staff Writer’s experience being the only undergrad in a four-person seminar.

You know, like a record!

Housing selection is right around the corner—what better way to pick your dorm for next year than by choosing your favorite Taylor Swift album?

Another song-themed Field Notes? Of course!

Dating has always had its challenges at Columbia, whether that be trying to find anyone in Morningside that is below the age of 70, or else obsessively swooning in Hungarian in an attempt to find a lover.

With weather in the 50s, groups of students could be found playing games together on the lawns outside of Butler Library this weekend.

Are pesky friends being nosey about your thriving love life? Can’t tell them about the countless dates you’ve already been on with your LitHum crush (in your head)? Sick of having to roll your eyes in response to everything you’re asked during the first fortnight of February? 

Schrödinger’s cat, but make it two guys and one COVID-19 positive test result.

Bold, Beautiful, Balaclava.

Bwog is not sponsored by any of these spots…for now.

Cool people don’t go to Phebe’s, but we’re the exceptions.

Today, your little weekly invite to the ~hottest~ club on campus is wrapped up in a little poem! Fun!

An artistic critique of things my roommates have left in our apartment.