Today is the deadline to change the grading methods for your classes. (Get on Banner right now if you’ve been meaning to change but haven’t yet! You have until 5 p.m.) Since it’s the one thing about Brown academics that is apparently written in stone, you should probably carefully consider how intense you want this semester to be when deciding whether or not to take that class S/NC.
Check everything below that applies to you, and our generator will let you know whether taking that fourth class for a grade really is a good idea.
Should you take that fourth class S/NC?
A previous version of this quiz was published in September 2014 by BlogDailyHerald.
At the end of my sophomore year, I found myself sobbing into a cup of pudding at the Ratty.
Of course, by then, I had cried plenty of times. But this was the first time in college I’d ugly cried in public. I didn’t have the privacy of my room, or the drunken mutual understanding of a Keeney stairwell on a Saturday night: I was sitting immediately next to the apples and bananas, and I was crying. Audibly. Anyone trying to refill their coffee would have definitely heard my stifled sobs. They maybe would have even noticed the tears streaming down my face, splashing into vanilla custard.
Graduation is all too often a time when smiling is mandatory, and nostalgia overshadows reflection. The story of the past few years isn’t so neat, though. Success was not always inevitable, or expected. Not every pain became a teachable moment.
I want to talk about the low points, though, because they taught me that it’s okay to ask for help. As I was sitting in the Ratty, all I could worry about at the time was all the different ways I had already failed. I didn’t know what I was doing that summer, or where I was living. Switching majors was a terrible idea, and I’d never catch up to everyone else. My classes were tanking, and I was so behind in lecture that I didn’t even know how to be wrong anymore.
House of Cards may portray American politics as a cesspool of betrayal and intrigue, but goddamn does it make for some wonderful analogies. Put a little of Frank Underwood’s ruthless eloquence into your everyday speech with these phrase generators, which are sure to come in handy the next time you have an opponent due for destruction. Remember, there is but one rule: hunt or be hunted (or maybe it’s that every single human interaction in the show can be somehow described by a metaphor rooted in the animal kingdom).
One Thursday night, these two BlogDH writers decided—like the proper seniors we are—to ignore our readings for the night and drag our housemates to Captain Seaweed’s Pub on the corner of Ives and Williams. The honeymoon period with the GCB was waning, and it was good to get out to the other bars of Providence—you can only go to Spats so many times before you feel like you should be a real adult and branch out. Meanwhile, Seaweed’s is home to good-spirited bartenders, plenty of fishing tackle and an old decrepit statue of a fisherman, whose level of creepiness is certainly up there.
But the real reason to visit Seaweed’s is for the Thursday night lobster raffle. Every Thursday, each drink comes with a raffle ticket, and then, at 11:30, winners are chosen and given a tray with two lobsters and a bag of mussels.
Everyone is finally coming down from that Spring Weekend high (literally or not), and in the words of Green Day Binder, I hope you had the time of your life. Looking back on the whirlwind of last weekend, everyone seems to think that their high was the highest and their ratchet was the ratchet-ist. But how Spring Weekend are you really? Click all of the questions that you can answer “yes” to in order to find out: