Hey, it’s Friday. We, the Sun columnists and editors, are mad as hell and not going to take it anymore.

That means we get to... KVETCH!

Beer for Swine

Dear freshman girls who crashed our party, snuck down to our basement, stole our good booze (in a hidden fridge! In the basement! Who does that?!) and gave me the swine: I will find you, you classless hos. And then I will keeell you.

— J.B.

Pick Me Up

F**k TCAT and its student discrimination! I’ve been ignored at the bus stop for the fourth time at Linn Street. If TAs can’t get to class on time, what’s the point of students being on time? TCAT, we’re not sub-human because we live off campus. I swear. I pay the same that students pay for the bus: So, please, pick me up. Please.

— F.L.U.

Computer Crash

I don’t mind the new touch-screen computer for placing orders at West Side Express, but there seems to be a disconnect between the computer and the people. Twice I’ve told the computer I wanted honey mustard with my chicken fingers, and twice I have gotten chicken fingers without honey mustard. For shame!

— M.W.

Newer Not Better

Olin, did you have to remove Office 2003 from all of your computers? I just mastered the art of graph-making on old Excel and now you have to go and change on me?! And don’t even get me started on the new Word. Where is print? Where is save? And .docx? Even my computer doesn’t know what that is.

— A.N.G.

Under a Book

I have nothing really to kvetch about ... except for the fact that I’m practically living in the library. Oh, Cornell — you’re forcing me to live a very sad life.

— S.C.

Ain’t Got Nothin’

Yo, other kvetchers, I’m a let you finish, but Rodney Dangerfield was one of the best complainers of all time.

— E.D.

Test Taker

LSAT, oh, LSAT, by any other name would ye smell so gosh-darn terrible! I hate you. Really, I do. Tomorrow, when I see you, I will hurt you. Watch yourself.

— A.B.