Yes, it’s still summer. Yes, all we can do is hope that this fall might bear some kind of resemblance to fall semesters past. However, that small ember of hope has unlocked memories of I thought I had forgotten: of being pushed against couples grinding against each other in EC suites far beyond room capacity; […]
An anonymous Staff Writer describes the horrors of having a sex dream about a professor with half the semester still remaining. (Sorry, no real-life sex mishaps—this is all from the depths of one delusional, touch-starved little pea brain.)
We spent $15 dollars on seven (7!!!) kinds of cheap, mostly shitty chocolate so you don’t make our same mistakes. (Disclaimer: we did purposefully choose some of the more questionable candies because we thought it would be funny. We deeply regretted that choice when we actually had to consume said candy.)
In our attempts to come up with increasingly creative ways to procrastinate our final papers, Bwog has birthed a new medium: The art of Zoom chat blackout poetry. Take a page from our book and consider saving the text chat from your next Zoom call and making poetry out of it—if it’s from a class […]
Do I want to be a Barnard student, or date a Barnard student? The world may never know.