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A junior girl’s feelings for her TA are returned…or so she thinks

4/20/102:03 pmBy Anonymous 0 Comments

Female | Medill | Junior | Sorority House

Last year, I had a bit of an infatuation with my TA. Sure, he was a bit on the hefty side. And maybe in some social circles multiple packs of cigarettes a day is excessive and a bit cavalier. Yeah, I’ll give it to you that the American Flag man-purse paired with the Phish era beanie and crocks could be viewed as outlandish and even puzzling at times. But there was definitely something there between my TA and me. more

This is the second installment of a series of features about cities and neighborhoods where alums tend to cluster, including New York and Los Angeles. This is part two.

A small Devil’s Food chocolate cake lined with strawberries is cut up and distributed on napkins. The room is bare, stripped of all furniture except a thick rug in the center patterned with flowers and an overturned plastic basin in the corner. On top of the rug is a paper plate smeared with a chunk of brie beside a knife, surrounded by a loose circle of plastic wine glasses and paper cups filled with cheap Bourdeaux. A chorus of “Happy Birthday” is sung for the apartment’s new resident, Stephen Rettger, who has just turned 22, which means he’s three years away from being able to rent a car; then he’ll really be an adult.
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F(r)atty fries at MCA, NUIntel in the nude, Andersonville is the new Ravis, Medilldos crash a birthday, a 3-in-1 Garnett bash dodges the po, and Thetas dance at Blu

10/5/093:04 pmBy The Lip Editors 0 Comments

Every Monday, Party Report returns to sobriety and recaps the week’s biggest, trashiest events. For posterity. And for you.

Friday: First Friday at MCA
Only in Chicago would it be considered hip to eat chicken wings and French fries in a museum on a Friday night. And God, they’re good French fries. Several STITCH staffers and a few fratty-types hop off the intercampus shuttle in their best sweater vests, hoping someone might mistake them for a master’s art student. Instead, they spend most of the night waiting in line at the cash bar. Shit, the bar closes at 9:30? Fucking Chicago. more