Erik-Larsson

The spoken-word poets in the back of The Hungarian Pastry Shop are organizing a Marxist revolution. On the other hand, the elite members of the Saint Anthony Hall fraternity are reminiscing about their golden days that were once filled with champagne and cocaine. Meanwhile, AJ, an ambitious economics major, is stuck in the middle of their hilariously pretentious feud.

“Don’t you know, Stanley, there’s nothing you could ever do that was so terrible I couldn’t forgive you.”

Professor Erik Gray’s CULPA reviews walk a fine line between healthy admiration and cult-like hero worship. One person says Gray is the “best thing to happen to this world since Kraft mac and cheese.” Another asks for his hand in marriage. A reviewer admits that they “totally sip the [Erik Gray] Kool-Aid.” A fourth simply says, “Erik Gray is a God.”

As the holiday season passes, the daily American birth rate declines. Fewer and fewer mothers deliver babies as we move chronologically from the fall equinox, on through Thanksgiving, and all the way to Festivus. But there's a blip in the data: Halloween.

When you go to the doctor, she usually takes your temperature, checks your pulse, and listens to your lungs. But you don't drag your roommate or your mom or your RA along with you for her to check too, right? Because normally, doctors don't examine how a person's social environment is affecting their physical health (except, perhaps, in psychiatry). But in fact, who you have around you influences how you behave and feel, and among those people, roommates make some of the biggest difference.