Scenesters brave diseases for NSA sex.

I called the surprisingly difficult to navigate flu hotline, explained my symptoms, and was told to send my roommates to my dean’s office to pick up the “Flu Kit” so I could check my temperature.

Yale’s friendly reminder to keep it clean has been inserted into most college bathrooms.

Gmail is incommunicado for the moment—all you people who never got around to forwarding your yale mail are probably sitting pretty and smiling now. But fear not, those who love the google!

You don’t have to take out your own trash.

I parked my cow at Harvard Yard.

Do you catalog squirrels on campus? Have you ever wondered why the Tijuana Taco Company truck has a storefront on Crown St next to Hula Hanks, like, once every seven months? Read the Bullblog.