Wow, wow, wow, what a semester of The Nass. Here’s our last one.
People-pleaser with a streak of narcissism: If people ask me to do something I am often too flattered to say no.
PTL GSS Senior: Burrata is the manliest cheese.
Voice of reason: Just make shortbread. The people will thank you for being brave.
Just declared SPIA: Athens, the land of my people.
Greek: Are you half Greek?
Just declared SPIA: No. I just believe in democracy.
Upper-class professor: What’s your plan for next year?
Upper-class senior: Probably some unserious grad program.
Upper-class professor: Well, there are plenty of those. Just make sure it’s paid. Paid grad programs are welfare for the upper class.
Millennial dudebro professor: I had a friend in high school, we called her 'Sniggles,' because she laughed with her lips closed… like… teee heeee… heee hee heee…
Robert George: The way he came up to me in a fuck ass bob and straight up asked me what kind of gay I was…it was the highlight of my night.
Aroused, yet learned academic: He’s some sort of existential masturbator.
Editor of the Nassau Weekly: My family hires Amish people because they're cheap.
11th-year grad student: The only reason we’re not insane right now is truly just a lack of imagination.
Professor recounting his weekend: I gave a little speech comparing marriage to the Soviet Gulag.
Cereal snob, side-eyeing M&Ms in milk: It’s okay what you’ve done.