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Peer Review: Jeremy Revises Isabel’s Essay

Jeremy Cohen marks up Isabel Henderson’s Common App essay.

by Jeremy Cohen on December 5, 2013December 8, 2013

Peer Review: Isabel Revises Jeremy’s Essay

Isabel Henderson revises Jeremy Cohen’s Common App essay.

by Isabel Henderson on December 5, 2013December 7, 2013

A Better Course Guide

“MNG 105: What to Expect When You’re Expectorating” and other courses.

by staff on December 5, 2013December 7, 2013

The Biography of Meryl Streep

A poem in 8 acts.

by Byrd Pinkerton on November 21, 2013November 23, 2013

H, to O

Dear Oxygen,

I haven’t seen you in a while. And I suppose you’ve never really seen me (remember, I am just one proton). Though I periodically get lonely, I manage to stay positive. This is a joke, Oxygen. You see, I am always positive in an electromagnetic sense (I am a proton!), but my morale—well, with a relentless positive charge comes a great burden. O—may I call you O?—nothing comes easily to me.

by Lily Offit on November 21, 2013February 20, 2014

Greek Life

In the past month I’ve read loads of Greek classics. It was a really depressing month filled with people killing their kids, kids killing their parents, people marrying their parents, people stabbing other people in their eyes or at least stabbing themselves in their eyes. It seems like these things were so common in ancient Greece that sacrificial infanticide became unimportant enough that Homer left it out of why the Achaeans won the Trojan War.

by Lara Norgaard on November 14, 2013November 16, 2013

Who in the Pinke

Twenty-two years and some number between one and 365 days before this article was published, I, William Pinke, bungee-jumped out my mother’s womb and into the world, a mindless, hairless, obese blank slate. I was given only four things that day: my name, my brain, my body, and a blanket. Since then, I have carried each through every stage of my development, but of the four only my name has remained unchanged.

by Will Pinke on November 7, 2013November 10, 2013

121 Reasons Why I Have to Attend a Different Precept

Can’t listen to the kid next to me clear his throat again.

by staff on November 7, 2013July 20, 2017

Welcome to Our Study

Take off your underwire bra and your prison tattoos. Thank you. Put in these earplugs please. You’ll hear us; we’ll speak very loudly and with gestures.

by Sophie Parker-Rees on October 19, 2013October 20, 2013

Battle of the Bedbugs

Rejoice, my comrades! Today has been a truly glorious day in the history of our intrepid battalion. From the moment we were deployed at the peak of summer heat, to our present landing as the season has begun to wane, our mission has been blessed by our Lord, the Great Bed-Crawler. All bow to His Bloodiness.

by Whitney Sha on October 19, 2013October 20, 2013

Group Ecology

Welfome to Princhips, where it’s reproductive season again. A group of horny superorganisms called student groups are vying for your attention and panting for your consent.

by Eliot Linton on October 12, 2013October 12, 2013

Intimacy

Jeremy and Linda lay in bed. Jeremy was shirtless, and Linda had her head nestled against his left nipple. His arm reached around her back, stroking her shoulder affectionately.

by Will Pinke on October 3, 2013October 5, 2013


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