Overheard at Ivy formals:
[someone vomits in the Mens room]
Junior: Now that's a sound I like!
Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of Procter Hall, illuminating the vaulted and gargoyle-covered ceiling, the stone walls hung with portraits of solemn scholars, and the dull wood of the tables that lined the spacious chamber, where a small group of intense twenty-somethings sat discussing Froot Loops commercials.