I get SAD (a wonderful double entendre meaning seasonal affective disorder). You know I get sad and I can’t let go of what I’m sad about.

Barnumbia students may be smart, but we’re also stupid.

It’s nomination time! 

Another week, and another round of questionable decisions.

A longing poem to the pre-pandemic days where we all wanted to touch and take free stuff.

Two Bwoggers attend “Dance Moms: Living on the Dance FloOrchesis.” Rather, one Bwogger attends Orchesis and the other attempts to do anything possible to score a ticket. Presented in TWO distinct points of view!!!

Had to bust out the old thesaurus for this one.

These simulation elves are burnt out and making some mistakes this week.

 Should the names of every Spice Girl or every BTS member be etched into Butler Library? In a better world, both would be. In today’s world, we have Homer and Demosthenes instead. 

This Bwogger has a confession to make.

Twenty-three tons of cast bronze, but infinite weight in the tons of confusion it causes. Just what the heck is it?

Bwog's tips and tricks for all your stuyding needs this finals season!

I was prompted to record this information because the Columbia College Instagram story about the line had an awful angle. Like you couldn’t see anything. Immortalize this struggle.

Bwog Staff officially puts in a request to Columbia for the following items using the billion-dollar endowment.

A day in the life of a sports-playing, beer-drinking, STEM-majoring, Columbia bro.