Hi Columbia. It’s me again. I know you’ve heard my very loud and very public pleas over the last three expensive years that I’ve spent at your institution. You might’ve thought I…
My sister is super hot.…
I’ve heard a lot of roommate horror stories over the years, but this isn’t one of them. My roommate is nice, quiet, respectful of my personal space, and he keeps the dorm…
Not going to lie—there is nothing more embarrassing than ordering my gluten-free cauliflower-crust pizza in front of a line of 25 hungry college students at the Diana Center Cafe, who now have…
It began with calls to ‘decolonize the core’ and move focus away from the great philosophers of Plato, Aristotle and Virgil. Then, the pristine Mediterranean architecture of Morningside Heights was abandoned in…
They call it “Imagination Station.” I call it a warzone. It was the last week of winter break and I had not yet enough of trying to prove I had not become…
Last year, Chef Mike put my (maternal) grandma into his “Grandma Special” sub sandwich. So when Chef Don opened his pizza joint in Mudd, I started to get a little nervous. Surely…
When I talked to my Columbia-approved therapist about my seasonal depression, I was expecting to get some sort of validation, information, medication, or even sedation—instead, nothing. No “Well……….. what do you think…
So, the Battle of the Bands happened last Thursday. The student body chose one of Columbus’s most talented musicians to open for what we all know will be some D-list celebrity. I…
Dear Fed, I think I might be in love with the Thinker. Hear me out. I was walking out of my Metaphysical Erotics in Aristotelean Constructs class one day when I was…
