Passive aggression
Last week, frozen students shivered impatiently at a bus stop near the Wells Library. When the top of a bus was spotted making its way down the slippery streets, the uncomfortable soon-to-be passengers fell all over each other as they scurried to the bus’s doors. The bus, already filled to capacity, opened its doors and the driver shrugged apologetically. “I have room for one more person,” he explained. “But everyone has to be behind the yellow line.” As one lucky student hopped on the bus, a girl came flying down the steps in front of the library.










