From classes, friends, the Ampersand, and Wesleyan.
"We hope to be invited to Wesleyan performances and lectures and sporting events and to lunch at the new Usdan Center, and to continue helping Wesleyan in any way we can," Midge said. After two years of regularly taking lunches for free from the Usdan Center Cafeteria, claiming "I was invited—are you really going to make an honored guest pay for lunch?" Midge Bennet was officially banned Tuesday from the two year old building.
is going to live with a nice family on a farm
The four surviving members of Wesleyan’s class of 1936 are looking forward to what will surely be a joyous and mirthful 70th reunion. This reporter managed to get ahold of each of the four men before their return to their alma mater. Obadiah McClatchy, 93, says he can’t wait to meet his former classmates.
The end of the semester is generally known for great weather, flowers blossoming, breakups, and devil-may-care attitudes towards drunken hookups. There is, however, a much darker side to it all: death. Here are some recent obituaries:
Dan Cerruti and Andrew Bean tell us how to get laid.
Personals.
Look outside, Eric, animals are putting their dicks in each other! Horses have their periods. And you have a boner! It’s MATING SEASON. Nature is telling you it’s time to wear fewer clothes and not have sex with fewer people. Also, according to Ampersand polling, lots of people are breaking up with each other.You know I’m here if you need a shoulder to cry on. And then have sex with. This issue is about love.
Scandal rocked Wesleyan Saturday when word got out from this guy at a party that Alexis Hardslab ’06 had ended her nearly three-year relationship with Earth and Environmental Studies professor Manfred McCrackity. Hardslab, according to the anonymous and totes wasted source, is now totally hitting it with a lobster ’09, one of the first students admitted as part of Wesleyan’s new Seabeast Scholars program.
Ah, springtime, the perennial natural renaissance when the arboreal beauty surrounding us grows and blossoms into breathtaking maturation. Kinda like puberty, except I don’t go through spring four years after everyone else does. Haha! Seriously, what’s a scrotum?