We set up our housing group today! We’re living together with three of our best pals. We hope to get a big woodframe house on the Pine Street where we will host endless tea parties and dances and dishes will never get dirty and a rainbow will permanently shine over our domestic bliss. How about you?
Oh. That sucks, dude.
Yes, it’s housing season, that special time of year when friendships are tested and tor—all over whether half your horde of your best friends forever is three or seven minutes away. We went through some pretty ridiculous housing drama last year, and we know a lot of you are heading into the storm right now. Well, friends, grit your teeth, gird your loins, and settle your affairs. But at least you can do it with a light heart, because in this week’s Amper we make a jolly mockery of the housing system— and let no Interim Director be spared.
-Katie and Nat
p.s. Shouts out to our adoring fans at schools that aren’t Middlebury, specifically Boston University. May you enjoy this week’s issue with a refreshing Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper and our undying affection.
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