This underclassman Bwogger reminisces about the good old days of Columbia, according to stories that she’s heard from upperclassmen.
It’s 3 o’ clock in the afternoon and you’re stuck on God knows what floor of Schermerhorn, about to piss your pants. Where do you go? Where do you turn? You have no fucking clue because trying to figure out on which floor the damn bathrooms are is near impossible. Well, worry no more, because […]