For the longest time I was missing my student ID card and couldn’t figure out what I did with it. Turns out, it managed to get stuck between the pages of one of those green bibles I had in my backpack. I guess you can say I once was lost but now am found.
If you have a drunken night of debauchery and it’s not chronicled in a Facebook photo album.did it ever really happen?
Not that I use them that often, but wouldn’t it be great if the elevators in Yates had elevator music playing in them?
Unnerving things to overhear: Someone yelling, “Ew! Gross!” from the kitchen in Newsom’s dining hall.
Who else thinks we should trade Gartrell to RMHS for a JV tailback and a future third round pick?