(’15, Political Science) is an Associate Editor and seeker of all things beautiful. She loves peanut butter and dreams of writing a poem out of peanut butter on a gigantic pancake and devouring it soon after. In her free time she goes around shooting people and things… with a camera, of course.
You have seen this one before. Even if Russia might be as foreign as Mars is to you, you know you are in Moscow when you see the Saint Basil’s Cathedral. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t quite convinced that I was actually in Moscow until I finally met the domes that rise up into the sky like rainbow-colored bonfires.
It’s Party at Phi-Psi, Shakespeare-style.
For the next couple nights, the front lawn of Phi Kappa Psi - usually calm and still as a millpond (for real fratboy action, go indoors)- will be turned into a battlefield to a dangerous sport. The game is love.Not the tragic, tear-jerking romeo-and-juliet kind that this company had previously proved so adept in - but the sort that hurtles testosterone-charged teenagers to the ground.