O Hewitt Waffle Maker, O Hewitt Waffle Maker, wherefore art thou Hewitt Waffle Maker?

After months of being on campus, our genuine shock at some very normal experiences is laughable.

And you get a plate! And you get a plate! And YOU get a plate! Hewitt’s plate infinity loop, explained (sort of).

“Please Stop Laughing” at my hearing loss.

I swear I didn’t press anything.

Come paint the town red with us tonight!

“Oh, sleep. nothing else could ever bring me such pleasure, such freedom, the power to feel and move and think and imagine, safe from the miseries of my waking consciousness… I was more of a somniac. A somnophile” (Moshfegh).

For everyone who does not go to floor 15 and wants to know about the full experience. 

One strawb, two strawb, three strawb, four.

Besides changing leaves, you can tell fall is in the air on campus and in New York City.

A case study on the Hewitt coffee machine chemicals and/or microplastics by Viviana Pereyo and Gina Brown

A thoughtful collection of conspiracy theories on what is going on in the Barnumbia broken elevators! Could Hilary Clinton be hiding in the Lerner one? Or is your lost key card from freshman year just chilling out in Hartley’s broken elevator?

This is directed at the person who body slammed me while I was exiting the elevator in Butler.

I promise I am not a stalker.

We have incredible taste.