Humor

CT’s SA Election Suggestions

Here are some suggestions the Campus Times has compiled to make elections Ever Better. Read More

Elevating your elevator conversations

We’ve all been there, pressing that oh-so-shiny, round, absolutely irresistible button that will summon a hulking mass of metal to which you shall entrust your life to bring you up several hundred feet. The worst part of this death-trap-in-waiting? The most dreadful part of standing inside an iron cage hurtling skyward? Other people.  Read More

Frat boy Cupid and St. Valentine appear for Valentine’s Day

Skeptics, poets, unearthly deities battling for dominance, what would you have it: Love makes fools of us all. Read More

The Tale of the Hunchback of Rush Rhees

He’d never even eaten a Pringle before. Read More

Letter to the Editor: STFU, CHATBOT

Why the F*** are there more ChatBot emails in my inbox, huh? Read More

Psychological Warfare: Midterms

It has come to light that one class had five midterms during the semester, resulting in a syllabus that created a rip in the time space continuum, which could become a ticking time bomb for Earth due to the inherent paradox of a test that happens at the midway point happening four more times during the semester. Read More

Psychology Bets

The students made bets on which major they thought they could get to burn down our beloved Rush Rhees Library Read More

The Order of the Idiot

Need a professor stuck in a shouting match stalemate about why we can’t just print more money for the full lecture so there’s less content on the exam? Done. Want office hours monopolized by someone not even taking the class so your lukewarm take on Kant’s lack of relatability can shine by comparison? We got you. Read More

Dealing with Snow

Because this is The First Time Ever that snow has fallen, here’s how to deal with the snow that plagues this campus (we could really use some of that “global warming” now, amirite?). Read More

Help! My Upstairs Neighbors are having Fun

About that Irish step dance class… oof. That’s “totes not chill,” as I’m sure you and your hip friends have often put it. No hat, or something.  Read More