Content warning: This post discusses anti-Black violence, police brutality, and sexual assault regarding the 1989 Central Park Jogger case.
It is the worst of times, and the most liminal of times. Reading week snuck up on us with a slap and here we are during finals: broken, disheartened, and yearning for summer (why is it still
Bacchanal has come and gone, which means bring on the hangovers and problem sets! Before you attempt to readjust to normality, though, we want to hear your best stories from this year’s concert. Did a public safety officer confiscate your booze tubes disguised as tampons? Did you share some intense eye contact with Big Sean while he […]