I come to you all today with a uniquely treacherous tale. Many have attempted this journey, few have survived, and even fewer have both survived AND write for Bwog.
Have you ever stepped into an elevator, perfectly prepared to mind your own business until your floor, when an absolute stranger strikes up a half-sincere conversation with you? Well, I have. I can’t recommend it.
Signing into and out of East Campus on a weekend night is a special kind of hell. The lobby is so crowded with Barnard students, NYU folk, and miscellaneous friends & family that guests can hardly move. If you do manage to get past the gates, your (pitch dark) elevator ride up to the 20th […]
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