I’m running out of ways to politely tell the J-School that I’d rather chew off my foot than work in North Carolina.
No Ban, No Wall.
I never thought I’d have to say this, but if I ask for a high five and end up with a bloody palm, YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!
To the person that consistently asks more than five questions during lecture, there are office hours for that.
My BIOL 101L TA tried lighting a Bunsen burner for over a minute until a student pointed out that the TA opened the wrong valve, and gas was flowing into the room instead of the burner. If the homework doesn’t kill me, the lab recitation sure will.
Shout out to the all the Campus Y presidential candidates who didn’t use racial slurs.
Why do people keep trying to deny the Rwandan genocide?
Isn’t it cool when professors say they’ll write a letter of recommendation, and then after a month, they just don’t?
Please don’t take points off of my assignment for not following a rubric if you didn’t give a rubric for the assignment.
The only student body president candidate I’m interested in voting for is the satirical one.
No, I won’t sign your petition. We’d have to at least get coffee together or see a movie beforehand.
It’s poetic that Dey Hall smells like death.
Has the Daily Tar Heel forsaken the bees?
I can’t wait for graduate schools to announce their decisions so that my boyfriend will stop being the worst.
I wish my girlfriend would let me finish my sentence about graduate school instead of making fun of me.
I hear all the hot girls hang out in Panera, is that true?
A fact isn’t false if it doesn’t align with your opinion.
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