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Overheard in Forbes Annex
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Critical observer, watching Italian art film: I’d rather see his ass than his face.
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Overheard in Scheide Caldwell
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Medievalist: Actually, I find premodernity to be the most postmodern
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Overheard at Late Meal
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Crochet enthusiast: I won’t be able to access deep focus mode until I put on some pants.
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Overheard at 2D dinner
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Surprisingly impressed ooze-eater: I can tell everyone I came here for the black ooze
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Overheard while discussing independent work:
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Potentially perverted junior: My JP is like Penis. Penis. Vagina. Incest. Mouth stuff. Butt stuff. Mind stuff.
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Overheard during early, unplanned drinking
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Friend 1: Is it good? Friend 2: It’s really good. Friend 1: Really Good? Friend 2: Yes. Yes yes. Yes! Friend 1: You’re buzzed. Friend 2: No, I’m BASED
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Overheard during spring break debrief
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Proud roommate: I drank, gambled, and smoked my way through four Eastern European countries.
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Overheard in front of the Office of Religious Life
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Prospective father: “If someone presented me with a baby right now, I would eat it.”
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Overheard in Bridges lab
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Self-described “rescue person” in a ponytail and a cape: “Call me Robin Hood, the way I steal from the Whit and give to the Forbes!”