Pic #1: Two Korean architecture grad students contemplate jumping to their deaths from one of Columbia's magnificent administration buildings (the likes of which they have neither the intelligence nor will to erect) — Columbia: Hard to get into, even harder to get out of...
Pic #2: After a delightful lunch overlooking the quad, Sally Belcher, a 2nd year freshman, demurely pukes her Cream of Broccoli soup onto Columbia's plush lawns, a result of midterm queasiness and curiosity about how the ecosystem will cope with her unexpected vomitus.
Pic #3:
Dawn breaks over scenic Harlem.
Pic #4: Two bedraggled ex-roommates contemplate their futures as impoverished au pairs, forced to eat a nightly repast of cornmeal and bitter disappointment, but with good vocabularies and vivid imaginations, nonetheless. The girl on the left will shake a baby to death well within her first year on the job. The girl on the right will eat hers.
Pic #5: Students cheers in bemused delight as the school administration building goes up in a spectacular pyrotechnic display, the result of end of term pranksters/murderers. "This is totally, like, hands-down the most wicked cool thang I've ever seen in my whole entire wasted life ever," said grad student Lester Cheswick. "And I saw Orhan Pamuk speak last month."
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