The Upper Spring Fling, whose purpose beyond Instagram photos is unknown, WAS this Friday. The day was specifically chosen to be on the cloudiest and rainiest day possible to really accentuate the Upper year experience. Thankfully, it’s been proven by trustworthy sources (SOTA on The Phillipian’s website) that one afternoon at Dr. Kington’s house makes up for ten grueling weeks of the History 300 paper, college counseling meetings, class assassin, and all the homework for my other classes (Bio 100 and Math 340). While Lowers are enjoying their last stress-free term and Juniors are hosting right-wing podcasts in the library basement, the Uppers have been slaving away. Never mind the Seniors, whose every waking moment is spent on the lawn, playing limbo with the admission rescission threshold.
