Flying squirrels and bunny shadows: That's gotta mean six more weeks of something.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Is it better not to talk when your brain is full?
Romantic trouble, sports-fan woes, sugary cereals. They’re part of this complete education.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Volunteering has its privileges.
Less skilled? Less philosophically committed? Has there ever been a generation that hasn't underestimated its young?
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Listen well to the hearts of the young, and the world's problems will fall limply to earth.
You can say all you want about debunked psychological theories. Sometimes past performance really is the best predictor of future behavior.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. If someone prays for humility, does God give them humility, or does He give them the opportunity to find the Easter eggs?
The range of student accommodations on campus has always been a little uneven.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Was it Chuck — or Oscar Wilde — who wrote, "What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise"?
You can't be too careful with a complex popcorn investigation. However, you can be too probing.
Man's search for meaning takes the occasional minor detour.
Sometimes the truth can be awkward or painful. And sometimes it tastes good with butter and salt.
The modern university is nothing if not culturally relevant.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Until the first "Check Engine" light blinks on.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Some men you just can't reach.
Public displays of affection make everyone uncomfortable. Public marriage proposals? Downright dangerous.
Win or lose, when you're with friends, every seat is a premium seat. Even in your own living room.
I don't know what I been told. The air by the ice cream just got cold.
Literary giants, please check your egos at the door to my cortex.
Caution. One wrong turn and the whole semester spins out of control.
Neither snow nor rain nor the gap between heaven and earth could stay this courier from the completion of his appointed rounds. . . .
Some literary quests are neither epic nor successful. Discuss.
The fruit on the tree of gratitude often hangs surprisingly low.
When you're saying goodbye to one of the greats, the moment just speaks for itself.
Campus security here. Asking you to, ah, take a bite outta crime.
Anyone who says players these days are getting softer will have to answer to Coach Mitch.
It’s not whether you win or lose. It’s the pas de deux in the corner of the end zone.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. Who’s up for the license plate game?
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man, and for one week in 1981 it showed up beneath a tree on South Quad.