Econ Major Larps As CSOM Student
Big IssuesCampus Culture September 14, 2026 The New England Classic
FULTON HONORS LIBRARY— There is no limit to the larp. Patrons of The New England Classic brought notice to this startling development, and we were obliged to complete our due diligence on the developing situation. According to the Urban Dictionary, a larp(er) or live-action role-play(er) is someone pretending to be something they’re not; the most stark embodiment of this plague has been observed everywhere in Fulton Hall, except for the classrooms.
Concerned roommates of economics major Poe Zur (MCAS ‘29), reached out to The Classic detailing Zur’s worrying behavior in past weeks. “Bro leaves the eight-man head to toe in Peter Millar,” one Walsh roommate said. “After that, I never saw him. Poe’s either in Fulton pretending to be busy on Excel or crushing Colorado Kool-Aids at Circle.” Another roommate then asked if The Classic would shadow Zur for the day; our findings were shocking.
After departing his Walsh abode at 8 AM, Zur headed directly to Hillside Cafe. At the kiosk, he ordered a latte with a sickening amount of sugar-free vanilla syrup. He then proceeded to plop his ThinkPad on the table before loudly addressing anyone who would listen, saying, “The Goldman app just dropped, I’m so cooked.” After just five minutes of this rigmarole, Zur scrolled reels until precisely 9:45 AM, when he promptly walked to Devlin Hall for econometrics.
Zur resurfaced at 11:20 AM, at which point he explained to a classmate that Your Finance Brother declared BC an “A-tier target school.” Zur then continued to yap on deaf ears saying, “Dude, econ is meta for breaking into IB, I heard it on Morning Brew.”
The econ major continued with his day of larp in the Fulton Honors Library, sending cold emails to his dad’s exec friends at J.P. Morgan, and setting up his fifth appointment of the week at the Career Center. The rest of Zur’s Fulton stint was spent shopping for Lululemon and Oliver Cabell, and lamenting that he was an arts major.
At press time, Zur was found begging his metrics professor for a letter of recommendation, saying, “Do you know who my father is?”
