The trees are breeding, the tour groups are in full swarm and the academic end times are upon us. I don’t have my cap and gown yet, but I already feel that sickly mix of dread and apathy that means our time has come. And sure enough, there’s less than a month until roughly a quarter of us ride off in the hellish chariot of post-graduate life, pulled by a hairy mutant beast out of Revelations and sponsored by University Career Services.
After one of its bartenders was charged with selling alcohol to a minor, He’s Not Here has announced that it will no longer host 18 and up events. Now students under 21 will have to wait years before entering the bar. Or get a fake ID that kinda maybe looks like them if you squint really hard and just go with it.
The recent outcry over mice at dining halls makes it clear that most students are unaware of the kitchen conditions at restaurants.