-Well, this is it, my last semester of college.  Where did the time go?  It seems like only yesterday I was a lowly freshman trying to figure out how to do my laundry, getting lost on campus, and drinking way too much.  Now, well, at least I figured out how to do my laundry!

-So I noticed they started selling the energy drink Red Bull at the commissary at school.  Here at Penn, when you buy stuff at the commissary, you put it on your school ID card and the bill goes right to your parents.  Considering I’ve never seen anyone drink a Red Bull without at least three shots of vodka in it, this is just another example of the university supporting students’ drinking habits.

-Last semester there was a black tie, open bar event at school.  Everyone was getting wasted.  One of my friends had a little too much and decided he needed to take a break, so he sat down in a bathroom stall.  He then proceeded to pass out completely.  At 4am, when everyone was long gone, the janitor found him, in his tuxedo, still passed out on the toilet.  He had to wake him up, carry him outside, and throw him in a cab.  The moral of this story is, if you’re gonna get really fucked up and pass out somewhere, at least do it while dressed well.

-How the fuck are you supposed to register for classes when the course catalogue uses such crazy abbreviations?  The classes are listed as like “Anc. Dem. Hist. Iden. Sem.”  What the fuck is that?