Elevators are terrifying metal coffins that self destruct upon the act of jumping up and down. One particular elevator on our campus will deliver you through all nine circles of hell whether you jump, sit, or stand.
Close your eyes. Imagine it’s 2 A.M. on a Thursday night. You have a full 8 hours of sleep and the rest of your life ahead of you. Until you hear it–the beeps. Not small, tranquil beeps, but the deafening, monstrous beeps of the Carman fire alarm. For the past two weeks, many Columbia freshmen didn’t […]
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