Life would move so much faster if everyone drank black coffee.
#NationalDogDay is just a way to remind every student that they are not with their dog.
UNC football season has not even started, but I am still not mentally prepared for the heartbreak ahead.
I love waiting to see if my professor notices that YouTube starts a video in a series. Four out of five times, they let the next video play.
To build a light rail or not to build? This is a question that is not of little weight.
A girl in my class thinks words that start with the same root mean the same thing.
People in the bottom of Lenoir: None of the food will change your life; you don’t need to take 20 minutes to decide what you want.
If your group is walking slowly on a sidewalk in a horizontal line all the way across, you are just the worst kind of people.
Dear TAs that dress up: Stop it. We’re undergrads. You don’t have to suck up to us. It shames our gym shorts.
Shoutout to the J-School for making me change every one of my professional documents.
Yo dogs, keep being cute and all, but can you do it when my girlfriend isn’t around? I can’t afford one of you.
No, I don’t want to take your photo in front of the Old Well, you stupid, happy people.
I’ve missed three out of the four of my Tuesday-Thursday classes. Hello again, UNC.
Chancellor Folt is nice and comfortable in Sweden, but I am sweating a Noah’s flood of backsweat.
More like syllabus WEAK, am I right?
Maybe instead of having fire alarms at 1 p.m., we should just wait until my mixtape drops.