Hearing my friend call the Cube the “study bunker” pretty much sums it up.
That awkward moment when you check out your hair in a car window and see someone looking back at you.
Dear professor who said the paper couldn’t be written in one night: thanks for the 105 percent.
I don’t know what is more of a waste, the Study Cube or my tuition… Sadly, I think they go hand-in-hand.
Saving your file as dhjrivgit because you’re too lazy to write a proper title.
The only time during Dead Week when I’m going to care about what I wear or what I look like: the Undie Run.