College life is a lot like the story of Goldylocks and the Three Bears. I come home and someone has eaten all my food, half my furniture is broken, and a stranger is sleeping in my bed.
To the guy who ditched his bike in the oval and tried to outrun the bike cop on foot: I think I love you.
To the guy who threw up in his cup at a party and continued his conversation, props.
To the girl who managed to get her hand stuck in the bus door: didnâ€™t you learn how to ride the bus in kindergarten?
Does anyone else like to pretend they are in a stage of the Tour de France while biking to class?