by Andrea Traietti on September 13, 2018

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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.