I was the daughter of the spotted lanternfly you couldn’t stomp … until now.

Please just let me mooch off my friend’s guest swipes. 

Senior Staff Writer James Perry throws down the gauntlet.

A burnt-out Bwogger whines about the self-inflicted pain of their love/hate relationship with Comparative Literature AND SOCIETY.

Yes, this post is about how I’m procrastinating on the homework I haven’t done for section tomorrow. 

You can cut me in line at Hewitt. You can cut me in line waiting for books at Butler. But cut me in line at office hours? Punches may not be thrown, but words will be exchanged.