those living for death will die by their own hand

... were beginning to form. No one had seen the architecture kids for days, and all the engineers on my floor were beginning to give the pre-meds black, hungry looks. Rumor had it that the hotelies were holed up in Statler, surviving on Terrace salads and preparing to lock its big, marble doors for when the inevitable finally came. They mostly left me alone. I had developed a reputation among the ...