To the group of sorority girls studying in the library on Saturday: they gave you a house so no one has to listen to you “study.”
I wish the engineering computer labs had windows in them so I could tell when dawn comes and know I need to go home and shower.
When everybody tells you not to move in with your boyfriend because it’s a bad idea, listen.
Am I the only one on campus who can do math … leggings + short shirts = cameltoe.
If finals were a drug, they would be classified as depressants.
You know you live in a college house when: you hold it so that you can use the bathrooms on campus because they’re a lot better than the ones you have at home.
It’s a good thing I don’t feed on fear, because I would get FAT during finals week.
To the guy who threw the class evaluations in the bushes: I think those go to Weber.