Nothing like a good poem on a rainy day. But why is it raining? Didn’t Punxsutawney Phil predict an early spring?

Today marks the one year anniversary of Flaco the Eurasian eagle-owl becoming an official city boy. Editor’s Warning: mentions of death.

What a lovely fall we’re having! Enjoy this haiku about the season.

I ponder what my life story would be if I were me but only living as a tree.

On the sixth day of housing, all that’s left to be: six studio doubles, five (hundred and 12) corridor doubles, four (actually 92) corridor singles, three (really nine) seven-person suites, two (it’s 10) eight person suites, and one student looking at this article (that’s you)!

Ever searched Reddit to find which classes to take next semester and learned about the ones that you should never take? Well, here they are and why you need to take them.

Are you curious about what this weekend has in store for you? Want to know what you got on your Tuesday midterm? Want to know if you’ll end up sloshed in EC or hooking up with that SigNu guy in your 10:10?

Sequels are always just a touch too early and never as good as the original. This is BakedBaked Goods 2: The Sequel. This week’s goodies are slutty brownies…

Staff Writer Kate Mekechuk attended Barnard College’s annual Convocation at the Nave of Riverside Church.

Do you think your suite is already too hot in this heat? Well, make it hotter by baking some cupcake hamburgers!

On Thursday, April 28, Staff Writers Kate Mekechuk and Simon Panfilio attended KCST’s performance of The Knight of the Burning Pestle, running April 28, 29, and 30th at 8 pm in front of Kent Hall.

Staff Writer Kate Mekechuk attended the Center of Science and Society’s lecture by Professor Sophia Roosth who discussed “The Intraterrestrials,” an exploration into the spelunkers of Mammoth Cave.

On Day 10 of Columbia’s housing lottery, doubles are all that remain.

Here follows the account of the two bwave Bwoggers, Simon Panfilio and Kate Mekechuk, who ate the surf, the turf, and the earth, eating what no one else dared to eat (except every Columbia student in line).

On Day 7 of Columbia’s housing lottery, the suites remained scarce while corridor housing stayed abundant.