Three whistles means get inside a building because a large, scary animal is loose.
Behavioral Neuroscience professors are inherently cracked.
A snack bar eaten while running between classes does not for an adequate lunch make.
When witness to the collapse of a fellow student, calmly look for their MedAlert bracelet and ask the nearest person with a cellphone to dial 911.
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT panic when you can't find your notebook because you didn't really leave it down in the class at the bottom of the Hill, it's just hidden behind your lab notes.
Anthropology classes without air conditioning qualify as an outer circle of Hell, especially with the odd howl from the creatures outside interrupting every once in awhile.
Bow to the Hill, for the Hill will make you bow if you do not, and It will scatter your papers in the process and may also twist your ankle.
Several pounds of text books get heavier as the day progresses.
Upon arrival home after a long day, when confronted with a bed covered with junk because the carpets are drying, quietly collapsing in a closet is acceptable.