Roses are red,
Hoyas bleed blue,
Valentines break your heart,
but 4E always pulls through.
Ah, Valentine's Day. We know our content this week has been pretty V-Day-centric, but, come on, can you blame...
Here at the 4E, we try to identify the needs of our readers and meet them. And, let's face it, it's absolutely necessary that you have entertaining material to indulge in as you neglect your work and...
It's official: JJ has decided to leave his post as "mascot-in-training" and will be ascending to the position of Pope. The visit of the Butler bulldogs was apparently a training mechanism to test JJ's...
The big V-Day is approaching, and you’ve already got some strikes against you: maybe you haven’t seen the inside of Yates since your flu shot. Maybe your idea of flirting is asking her to watch your...
Is this not the greatest thing you've ever seen? We at The Fourth Edition thought so. The incredibly clever, Photoshop-wiz, Karen Bu (COL '16) posted this creation on Facebook this weekend, and it has...
Hey there, Hoyas! I would say happy Sunday, but chances are most of you are very "tired" and aren't feeling too happy about all of the work that you let pile up for today, or your midterms that are just...
You know when you’re desperately trying to find basic information for you research paper and you stumble upon a weird article on Wikipedia? Sometimes I have absolutely no idea how I got there, but it’s...
Looming midterms hurting your soul? Cold and clouds keeping you ghostly pale? Constant name changes on Facebook reminding you of your lack of internship? The drab days of early February remind us all...
With Valentine’s Day quickly approaching many of you may be in the “lovey-dovey” mood and hoping for a little extra sappiness in your life. Others of you may be spotted wearing all black these...
Why hello there, Hoyas! Whether you are up and studying for midterms or still recovering from your weekend, we’ve got you covered with another weekly edition of The Procrastinator’s Guide to the...
As we wipe the last tears from our eyes and look towards a weekend without Thirds, a new chance to be day-drunk mid-semester graces our Sunday: Super Bowl XLVII. Hope springs eternal. What time is it...
We are only a few weeks into the second semester, and you've begun to realize ... "Oh, no. I'm already riding the Struggle Bus." (The Struggle Bus, SB for short, is an imaginary place frequented by psycho-crazy-hard-working...
