By Arthur O’Sullivan The pope is Catholic, bears defecate in the woods, and students gripe about Binghamton and her university. This isn’t unexpected. Whether it’s here or Harvard, it’s always in fashion to complain and commiserate with others about the thing for which you’re paying five or six figures each year. Virtually all small talk ends in some bemoaning of the weather and its mysterious ways (60 degrees in August?!), the baffling choice to begin…
The Last Refuge of Scholars