A tipster spotted the follow desperate measure during one of the last days of finals hell. So many questions—is this printing limit evasion? How can one textbook have so many pages? Dare we ask, are these single-sided? Also, just throwing it out there, the environment…? We’ll file this under “people we don’t want to stand behind in […]

Some students in a Butler study room, have gone mad, putting their hope of safety in a wooden/paper wall. Spoiler alert: Athenian glory is only temporary.

Yesterday night, a tipster sent in this photo. We’ve seen Hamiltonian notes before, but the openness of the denizens behind door number 401 to babes made us curious.

If you’ve been cooped up in Butler for the past week like we have, you’ve probably forgotten how to use your voice/form words/engage with others. That’s okay. For your sake, and for that of the 2015ers, we’ll repost our comprehensive guide to Columbia’s loudest and most transient school tradition.   Finals got you down? Then […]

You’re cordially invited to hop into bed with Bwog for a few minutes, ignore our morning breath, and for the love of God, compliment our PJs already. Should you accept our invitation, read on. Should you reject it, please know that we’re very persistent and then re-evaluate your choice accordingly. Oh, and also, remember to keep us […]

Every morning until the end of finals, you’ll find Bwog in bed. Join us for a few minutes as we contemplate the damage done by yesterday’s procrastination, and sheepishly discard empty Cheeze-It boxes before our suitemates awake. Remember always: tips@bwog.com. Bwogline: In light of reports that New York City windows are shedding their steel bars, […]

Update, 12:33 pm: The event is well underway. There are indeed milk and cookies, but the atmosphere is less than convivial and certainly not conducive to munching. Fifty first-years huddle around a teacher, who said to the silent, scribbling students, “Okay, now construct a thesis to go along with these points.” Bwog knows how this sounds—but […]

It’s finals season—time to get serious. But not for these guys. Give Penis Pundit Matt Schantz a casual head nod and maybe decide to stay for a while as he crafts a masterful portrait of those Butler Archetypes who just can’t seem to stop dicking around.  They’ll come bearing a few muffled grunts, perhaps a […]

Bwog continues to carry its tradition of sticking up for things that everybody loves to hate. From New Jersey to the PE requirement, we make sure that no underdogs go unprotected. In our latest In Defense of…  feature, Molly Andrews highlights the value to calling it quits. Finals. That awful time of year when it feels […]

‘Tis the season for holiday cheer, tip-toeing around religious conventions, and finals, so huddle around the nearest heater (how is it still fifty degrees outside!?), fix yourself a cup of hot cocoa, and get studying, because December is here!

With December right around the corner (seriously, it’s like, what, an hour away?), it means one thing: winter isfinals are coming. As such, we figured it’s a good time to remind everyone of a couple things you might want to do as you’re straightening out your travel plans and working out your schedule for next […]

People said some funny stuff while they watched the Lunar Eclipse last night. One man, all within a minute, on Low Plaza: “The moon is bleeding! The moon is disguised as Mars. The moon is hiding from Venus.” More questions and observations from the 150-ish people gathered to watch the sky eat itself: (At 2:05 AM) “We’re […]

A Broadway view of Primal Scream: And click for a recording of a few brave souls who screamed in Butler 403: primalscream. Lest we forget a year ago right now: Good luck this week, friends! We can do it.

CUZ THERE AREN’T. ANY. Or in Butler. And no one is gonna let you forget it. Observe: Signs from left to right read: “This Room is in use!,” “DO NOT DISTURB!,” DO NOT TOUCH CHALKBOARD PLEASE,” “OCCUPIED!” and “TAKEN.”

We, oppressed Humanities students, have discovered, through our weeks of crazed paper-writing, that Microsoft Word doesn’t know anything about anything. If “precolonial” isn’t a real word according to our computers, college is a lie. Here are some words Bwog was punished with that red squiggly line for writing recently. Add your own in the comments. […]