Ah, it’s starting to feel like Fall semester already.

It’s the smell of Canyon Pizza and Axe deodorant spray rising together on Beaver Ave because of the humidity in the air (gotta love Eau De Penn State). It’s the sounds of vomiting on the sidewalk, and police officers on bikes (don’t worry, they crawl back into the woodwork as soon as it starts to get cold again, which will be soon enough). It’s the taste of Peachy Paterno on a cone and a Fat Bitch in foil (be careful- do you really wanna gain the senior seven? Eesh).

It’s the smell of new books, new clothes, and new people. The freshman girls are here, and arriving by the van load. East Halls will be bustling once again, and you’re going to have to help one or two when they can’t figure out the difference between the Blue and White Loop. You were a freshman once. You remember what it’s like. Be nice.

The frosh move in August 25th. Girls, grab your boyfriends. Guys, grab some condoms. Are you ready?