UR Joking

Feel the Chemistry

There is no outside world: Existence is a prison, and carbon is my enemy. The fuck is a valence? Electric-type Pokémon did not prepare me for this shit.

A brief guide to the trials and tribulations regarding the steps of Rochester

This University, conveniently, has no consistency in their stair design: the first-year quad has some beefy steps and Wilco has tiny little bitch stairs.

Fall cleaning: storage suggestions for your Google Drive

A proposed schedule for an interdisciplinary major you never created? A PDF that just has a singular smiley face on it in 72-point font? You’re past that. New Drive, new you.

Critical Fail: New Tabletop Gaming Club Members Face Hazing

This club is renowned for its dicey decisions, and strict roles for all its members. The club in question was none other than the dastardly, the one and only: Tabletop RPG club. 

Melanie Throws A Coup

I am tired of the self-serving bureaucracy in the rigid walls of academia standing strong at this institution. So I, like Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball, will knock them down to liberate our society from the siren’s trap of capitalist academia.

“Literacy? In MY Drama Club?”

I love not knowing how to read. I’m doing so well.

Woodland Gods in Your Woods? It’s More Likely Than You Think.

To Whomever among the Petty Mortals It May Concern, We write to you, sinking to a level of pathetic bargaining hitherto unknown to immortal beings, to ask that you please, as humans say, fuck right off. 

“Tenure? I hardly know her!”

Assistant professors across the nation are fucking around. What’s the worst that could happen — no one giving them money?

QUIZ: Which Meliora Are You?

Which Meliora Are You?

Lonely Musings: A Mouse’s Memoir

Dear Diary: I got a piece of cheese from some student that thinks they’re the main character.