ALL WORK AND NO PLAY A B&W editor was invited to a Facebook event titled “Quench His Thirst One Last Time: Brad Badgley’s Going Away Drinks.” Badgley is the outgoing Greek Life director. *** A class called Vacation—call number 29278—is unlisted in the directory but open to registration. It has no points or meeting time. *** Former CCSC President Peter Bailinson recently spoke at a Columbia Economics Society career panel. Heavy lies the crown of McKinsey campus outreach. DISCI

These excerpts were culled from documents left on Columbia’s lab computers.

A conversation with Wayne Koestenbaum.

Talking to 1020’s female bartenders.

Loath to leave the cloistered, wood-panelled den of his dear Morningside Heights residence, Verily gingerly stepped over a crawling toddler—that miserly screaming, V.V. thought, must be from Jersey— and exited his towncar, bidding his driver, Parker, farewell with a slight, dignified wave. Immediately doubling at the waist and pulling the collar of his herringbone topcoat above his eyes and aquiline nose, V.V. instantly regretted asking dear Parker to drop him here, at the fo

Heart impale the glistening sharpened nail to hole and wriggle deep and plunder all. And plunge each beat a sour sweet tangerine leaks citric sparks suffocated into blood orange. —Meghan Hartman Flesh afresh the flame scorch high beyond the ground but to soft lime sky. Breathe not a tear comes flood abound, and echo softly drowning sounds. —Meghan Hartman

What the visa lottery means for Columbia students.

A recent complaint about elevator use in the Carman Hall Facebook group quickly descended into Columbia self-parody.

How On-Campus Recruitment perpetuates our finance and consulting obsession.

Affirmative By Tatini Mal-Sarkar Yeah, why wouldn’t I eat it? The grease dripping from this pizza is better than the condescension you’re dripping. Dweeb. It’s Saturday night after a long hard gen chem-heavy week, OK. What would another wild night on the town (read: back booth at 1020) be without something delicious, fatty and large to finish it all off? Unfortunately, my lame friends have decided bed trumps Brooklyn Lager, so what am I to do? They stopped me from diving into

You might not know the following figures—but you should.

You might not know the following figures—but you should.

The prospect of briefing college administrators on one’s menstrual habits may seem invasive and weird, but legend holds that Barnard used to demand such of its students. Eager to discover if this procedure was something other than an urban myth, I headed over to Lehman Library to browse the archives. To my delight (bewilderment? dismay?), the PE department records did not disappoint: the Barnard administration appears to have a history of tracking its students’ periods for ro

LETTER FROM THE EDITOR It’s the jobs issue here at The Blue and White. Apparently, it’s December, which I just learned is meant to be internship application season, and that means your future is impending, because it isn’t impending at all other times. In our features on the implications of the perilous visa lottery for internationals (page 20), and the relentless finance and consulting obsession permeating CCE (page 12), Julie Moon and Michelle Cheripka sketch out the pressu