I’m begging you to press send.

A Midwestern Bwogger breaks down all the stuff she’s learned about big city life.

Yet again, Pinterest is setting unrealistic expectations.

We’ve made some happy memories this semester, but it’s time to say goodbye.

Bwog ends the semester with some closing remarks from our favorite profs.

Welcome back to Bwog’s partially–annual post, where we regurgitate the academic jargon we’ve been bombarded with all year.

Alternatively, Hotel Bwog-ifornia. 

Managing Editor Caroline Mullooly and Senior Staff Writer Daniel Ortega-Venni unpack the good, the bad, and the wacky times from the staff’s Slack server.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

“Again and again and again and again.” – Robert Smith, upon receiving his second vaccine dose.

Caroline, Rania, and Julia are here to tell you which angsty, joyous, teen song you are—based on your major, of course.

We sought an explanation for the additional fees that some non-lab classes require.

This past year has been nothing short of a disaster for many people, but working, learning, and socializing through our computer screens has produced a few silver linings that we’d want to stick around.

We all remember the infamous “I slept with Swae Lee after Bacchanal” Facebook post from 2016. We’ve all dreamed about waking up after Bacchanal, in bed with one of the headliners. Unfortunately, Bacchanal was virtual this year, severely limiting any hookup opportunities. That’s where this fanfiction comes in. Let’s just imagine together for a moment…

Kat should’ve gone to Barnard.