Knock, knock. It’s the students of Barnard. And, Hewitt, we’re sick of your shit. We pay thousands of dollars in meal plans every semester – meal plans we’re required to buy – and then, when we need you most, when we’re wallowing in despair over our unfortunate return to class after a glorious spring break, we venture […]
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