Huzzah for rain! The bright, dry air pains my sensitive night-shift eyes. If I had my way, the entire campus would be a catacombs of interlaced passages connecting cold, clammy subterranean chambers – like the current Broida Hall. This would provide protection from the occasional storm, eliminating the need for umbrellas, which no one owns. Then again, most people laze around instead of going to class when it rains. Broida Hall may have turned into an eggplant for all I know.
Tuesday’s forecast: Campbell Hall remains, as always, a pumpkin.