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!

Entry-Level Etiquette

There is literally no excuse for people who enter and exit Uris Library on the wrong sides. Yes, it’s unconventional. But there are helpful signs posted, and it’s halfway through November, so if you can’t acknowledge and internalize the mixed-up doors by this point of the year, you have serious problems. Stick to the mother trucking left. — K.S.W.

Frustrated Sidewalker

What luck! This one-way sidewalk is exactly as wide as our group of friends! — J.W.

Trashy Website Nit-Picker

What’s with this recent spamming of CollegeACB. Never mind that it’s racist, sexist and just all around bigoted (LOL!), but now we can’t read about which frat runs train on sorostitutes and rages the hardest. Where are we supposed to go this weekend? You disappoint us general population of Cornell. — P.J.

Cat Burglar

I swear to God [landlord’s name redacted], if you don’t turn the heat up in our apartment, I’ll kidnap your cat.  — S.Z.

Ain’t Got Time

 I don’t understand why professors bother to write comments on papers/exams ... because there’s not a chance in hell that I can read their chicken scratch handwriting, ever. So why make the effort in the first place? Also, those same professors really need to understand the concept of time, and plan their lectures accordingly. They have my attention for a full 50 minutes ... after that, well, as Hugh Grant says in Love Actually: “I’m very busy and important.” — A.K.B.

CTBullies

Hey CTB, what’s good with charging me $8.51 for a tuna melt and a coffee? I realize that you are a Collegetown institution, and that you have successfully tapped into the anti-corporate Ithaca vibe with your cute breakfast sandwich names and your Fairtrade snickerdoodles. But chill with the ridiculous prices. Let’s be honest, your food grades-out at a  B/B+ tops. No need to plop an avocado on top of a egg and cheese sandwich, call it a something dumb like “Cayuga Yummy Yum,” and sell it for seven bucks. Slow your roll, bagel bullies. — T.M.

A Kilobyte!

I am now scared shitless every time I have to yawn during class. — C.B.