My mozz sticks got cold.
Um, I’m kind of…stuck. In the flame.
My syllabus says that Tuesday is a Monday schedule.
I called Fix-It two months ago and they still haven’t come.
A squirrel jumped out of a trash can just to stare at me.
My professor just said “semester-long group projects.”
I saw Friar Dom outside of a sporting event.
There’s a 45-minute wait for the Eaton Street Café.
Golden Crust is closed, but I’m still hungry.
I think the RIPTA might be on time.
I ran out of FriarBucks and it’s only September.
I have to walk from Smith to Harkins in two minutes.