Wait, we have exams? My N.C. State friend assured me we wouldn’t!
Currently using my textbooks to trap a rat, so I’d say exam season is off to a good start.
During my senior year at Carolina, I’ve spent more face-to-face time with my Toppers delivery driver than with my professors.
Mammoth Monday at the Student Stores: The only day of the year when you don’t have to take out another student loan to buy their stuff.
Dear Santa Bubba: All I want for Christmas is a defense.
I wrote this kvetch on Monday. It’s to myself during exams: See? Everything’s not so bad after all. You’ve got this. I’m rooting for you.
To the ONE guy in my class who voted against having a take-home final: Could you not?
Is this new wi-fi being out after a certain hour at night UNC’s way of inflicting a curfew on our Netflix binges?
This one goes out to my hall mate who was playing banjo at 3 a.m. Thanks for keeping me entertained during my all-nighter.
Between heel_snaps and the trashing of Duke’s locker room by our athletes, we’re acting like children. This isn’t ECU!
To my professor: I know exactly zero French, but am still fairly confident that Poiseuille’s Law is not pronounced “Pussy’s Law.”
Chancellor Folt, if I spray paint your office in celebration of the wonderful semester I’ve had, will I get off without punishment if my parents pay for the damage?
To the adorable couple chilling in a pile of leaves on the quad: I swear, if you two start making out, I’m going to ask you to make like a tree.
How am I supposed to enter exam hibernation mode when it’s 70 degrees outside?
Between Thanksgiving and an overabundance of swipes, life is rough for those of us preparing to streak in Davis.
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