I somehow ended up, through some unexplained blessing from the universe, scoring a single in the housing lottery last year despite entering solo. I’ve enjoyed living, sleeping,...
The Brown Bookstore bag rested gently atop my roommate’s embroidered duvet cover. The plastic was just opaque enough to keep me guessing about what was...
I recently learned about a certain Brown student who chose to switch roommates because the other person was keeping her up at night by—wait for it—crunching...