We get it. You have sex. You reproduce. But can you please not do it all over our campus? I mean, at least wear a condom. Come on.
All we want is to be able to step outside without feeling like we’ve stepped into a Coldplay song. Everything is yellow. Especially the sidewalks – we ought to just start calling them the yellow brick road.
And to think we were all so excited for spring. Now we finally know what they mean when they say everything comes at a price.
The trees blooming by Carroll Hall are pretty, but pretty doesn’t pay the bills — and it certainly doesn’t pay for all the Claritin you’ve been forced to buy in the past month.