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(09/09/20 11:41pm)
A year ago, former editor–in–chief Annabelle Williams published a “letter from the editor from a different editor” in the first issue of Street. I’ve decided that such a tradition ought to continue (despite differing circumstances and a lack of a physical magazine to print this in); so, without further ado, here is the second annual letter from the editor’s mother.
(05/01/20 3:47am)
Today would have been Hey Day if we were all on campus, which means, primarily, two things: classes have ended, and the juniors are now (kind of) seniors. The tradition is meant to mark our “moving up” to the senior class, but with finals and an uncertain fall term ahead, it’s hard to feel like something significant has changed.
(04/24/20 1:38am)
Today is my birthday, and I am twenty–one years old. But this is a letter from the editor, not about the editor (questionable statement given some of my prior ones), but I thought I’d let you all know anyway.
(04/16/20 5:53pm)
I’ve been re–watching Daria since school went online. I think it’s relatable and hilarious, but maybe that’s just because the main character of this cult hit cartoon series is a sarcastic and pretentious bespectacled brunette, and so am I. I’m not going to go very far into explaining the premise or characters or different seasons, because that’s mostly irrelevant to what I’m going to write about. (I also want to clarify that the bangs I may or may not give myself during quarantine are in no way, shape, or form inspired by Daria herself.)
(03/14/20 12:39am)
We interrupt the stream of vague and cryptic vignettes that have been passing as Letters from the Editor with an announcement and a promise:
(03/04/20 5:04am)
I came of age rather late, or at least that’s what books made me think. A bildungsroman narrative is satisfying when you’re in high school and consuming it in some discrete little package. I liked The Catcher in the Rye when I read it. I liked John Green's books. I liked Harry Potter. I cried often at endings. These characters were kids. I liked them; their flaws were my own and their successes gave me hope.
(02/26/20 4:50am)
I dreamed about my grandmother yesterday. I dream realistic dreams that aspire to mimic daily life, though they are never lucid. I sank easily into sleep, perhaps a little too late at night.
(02/19/20 6:29am)
A woman offered me some gum on the trolley yesterday.
(02/05/20 5:53am)
I used to write in diaries. I traded dark under-eye circles for tiny tirades and forays into self-discovery. There were always prettier notebooks to use, but I waited until the first was filled to start the next, always more intricate, always more satisfying journal.
(01/29/20 4:51am)
In high school, I used to do my homework at a table near a window where I could see the sun drop behind the houses down the rest of the block. Sunsets were beautiful, and so, I assumed, were the sunrises that I always slept through.
(01/22/20 3:45am)
To write this letter, I did some research. I read Annabelle’s first letter, Nick’s, Orly’s, Emily’s. There’s a thread of precedent, of sincerity, honesty, and passion for Street, art, and culture.
(12/04/19 12:51am)
For my entire tenure as its editor–in–chief, I’ve struggled to find a good answer to a very important question: what is Street?
(11/20/19 5:23am)
Climate change isn’t the crisis of our generation. To leave it at that would be to reduce its gravity. The warming of our planet and melting of our oceans is too big a problem to be put into the hands of today’s youth, to be called our responsibility to solve. Climate change and its effects have been a long time coming, and the consequences of our delayed action, whatever tragedies they will soon prove to be, will plague the years, decades, and centuries to come.
(11/13/19 3:16am)
Allow me to set the scene. It's November 2017. Hamilton Court's renovations haven't yet started. I'm a sophomore, it's my first semester editing for Street, and I walk into William Street Common (RIP) for 34th Street's first Battle of the Bands. Angela Huang emcees, Katherine Ross signs us in at the door, bands perform, people mingle, and the winner gets a piece written about them in Street.
(11/06/19 3:32am)
I’ve always had a fondness for bad tv—maybe it was because I liked high school and these teen shows remind me of that time (albeit with a lot more drama than my life actually had). Maybe it’s because I’ve still got some growing up to do.
(10/30/19 2:09am)
I just woke up from a nap. Something about the overcast, gray weather and the slog that comes with school and work this time of year just makes me want to curl up in bed and sleep the day away.
(10/24/19 11:28pm)
Do you think you’ve got what it takes to be the best band on campus? Street’s hosting our second–ever battle of the bands next month, and we want you and your bandmates to step up to the challenge.
(10/23/19 4:48pm)
As I write this, I’m toggling back and forth between Penn Course Plan, Penn InTouch, and the English Department’s homepage, because—and I can’t believe I’m writing this—I’m planning out what my last semester at Penn is going to look like.
(10/16/19 1:07am)
I probably need to get off Twitter. I tweet maybe three times a week, but the lurking is a full–time job. I monitor culture, what people at the places where I’ve interned are up to, what people on P*nn Twitter are talking about.
(10/09/19 10:10pm)
When the majority of the Class of 2020 first set foot on campus as students, High Rise Field was still green. Allegro Pizza and Huntsman Hall stayed open 24 hours a day (I even spent 24 hours in Huntsman for a Street article, once upon a time).