Back of the bus
The soundtrack to the first few weeks of the semester is one of jarring ambulance sirens, where alcohol neophytes are frantically rushed from the dorms to the hospital. New students stroll the unfamiliar streets twirling lanyards while cocksure upperclassmen yell “freshmen” from their speeding cars. Freshmen get ripped-off by paying California prices for Indiana pot. Fortunately, most annoyances recede relatively quickly, except for one: students who won’t move to the back of the bus.







