Space Log Day 250
Today we got our final message from The Department. It came through right in the middle of our weekly U.S. History lesson. For once, class was actually interesting — Kennedy had just gotten shot in the head, and the communications…
Restroom Review – Stimson Dining Hall Bathroom
I suppose it’s a bit redundant to call it the “Stimson Dining Hall bathroom” because Stimson is no longer a dining hall. In my defense, this whole review is kind of redundant as we don’t really know the future of…
“Ninth month, feels like june,” your goose coat, fixed-gear bike stops. What’s under that skin? Covertly shielding tampon squeezes, oozes through. Do you see me bleed? Burnt leaves, frosted pond. Bill flaps, splash; platypus sinks… is it you…
Restroom Review – Dorsey Center First Floor (Aka the Post Office Bathroom)
By now, I feel like most people have something of a grasp on what I look for in a bathroom. If you don’t, they are as follows: Privacy: Can I be alone? Hours: When is this bathroom open? Cleanliness:…
Space Log Day 223
Good morning. Last night, I found out something potentially life-changing. Remember how I said that Jake seemed to be semi-regularly stealing from Mr. B, and how Mr. B seemed to be hiding something from me when I visited his office…
Restroom Review – Mary Fisher Basement Bathroom
This review is going to be about the Mary Fisher dining hall bathrooms. No, not the ones in the dining hall. The ones in the basement. Past the cash register to swipe in on the right. Take a left and…
Katherine and Pop
It had been some time after the ritual ended. And yet that thing still was following her. It wasn’t like Katherine minded that much; in fact, it was nice to have the company for once. However, a detached soul…
Space Log Day 215
Halloween was last week and so we celebrated with another party, even though we had less pudding rations for dessert than usual, as we’re trying to conserve food. Zara Hemmings made us all dress up in costumes. Nico Soto and…
Epistle for the Man at Mary Fisher
you say “have a good lunch” I say “thank you” with my plates full of food- your hand, however empty, waving to me as you round the corner to wash a dirty dish or two and restack the supply….