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(09/22/16 1:09pm)
Three weeks ago, Oz sent an email to a select group of freshmen girls. Two weeks ago, a group of girls put up flyers all over campus that condemned the email as perpetuating rape culture. One week ago, I decided to pull an article titled “Fraternities Across Penn's Campus Begin to Recognize Women as Humans” from Lowbrow.
(09/15/16 6:42am)
Returning to the things that once made you happy never quite seems to work the way that it should. Be it a person, a place, an ex or a job, taking time apart inevitably changes how you interact with that environment. And if you don’t learn to love that person or place or job in a new way, for what it is now and for who you are now, you're going to have to stop loving it all together.
(09/08/16 7:04am)
I have a confession: I’ve never taken a creative writing class at Penn. I’ve never taken any type of writing class at Penn. I’ve never even taken an English class at Penn. In fact, the last time someone in an academic setting gave me feedback on my writing other than “this is good” was probably in 8th grade, when my English teacher took off points because I said “era in time” and that is redundant. And yet, somehow I am the Editor-in-Chief of this publication.
(09/01/16 6:32am)
Dearest Reader,
(05/31/16 9:38pm)
Picking up this application was the best decision you’ve made in your life. Or, at minimum, the best decision you’ve made in the last hour. Welcome to 34th Street, Penn’s premiere Arts and Culture Magazine. We’re not trying to brag, but we’ve been described as, “the Dom Perignon waterfall of Penn,” “too rowdy to ever come back to Banana Leaf, now get out before we call the cops, I’m serious” and “a magazine.”
(04/21/16 9:39am)
So, guess what? This is the last issue of Street for the semester. And, while that may good news for some (looking at you, victims of the RoundUp and presidents of Greek organizations), it’s a little more complicated for me.
(04/14/16 9:39am)
I was going to write my letter about Fling. I was going to write about how every event is off campus, about how much money everyone is spending on the Pool Party. I was going to talk about how Fling has become the worst representation of Penn’s fucked up social hierarchy.
(04/06/16 7:42am)
So I have a question: where the fuck did my junior year go?
(03/30/16 5:00am)
As you flip through the pages of this dining guide you’ll see chicken tikka masala pizza (p. 31), lemon curd pie (p. 27), red velvet pancakes (p. 19) and more. I see a bucket list.
(03/24/16 8:58am)
I have theme songs for everything. Songs that remind me of how I felt at a certain time in a particular place with a specific person. Songs that I am obsessed with in that moment that make me feel alive.
(03/17/16 4:34pm)
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I make post–Spring Break resolutions.
(02/25/16 2:28am)
“If someone asked you if you were happy, what would you say?”
(02/18/16 10:48am)
Did you ever have to do those stupid self–evaluation exercises in middle school where your teacher made you pick out a piece of work the demonstrated a strength, and another that demonstrated a weakness? I always had the most obnoxious problem of not being able to find something that I was bad at because I was getting A’s in everything. It wasn’t until college that I figured out what I was bad at, but as soon as I did, it seemed like it stopped being okay to be bad at anything.
(02/11/16 6:54pm)
This is the Love Issue and Valentine’s Day is this weekend so I’m probably supposed to write to you about love. Or sex. But probably mostly love.
(02/04/16 10:47am)
I don’t remember what I did last weekend. Not because I blacked out, but because I do the same thing every night of every weekend and I can’t differentiate them in my mind anymore.
(01/28/16 5:30am)
OCR has got to be, like, the biggest joke at Penn.
(01/21/16 8:48am)
The beginning of second semester kind of sucks. It’s cold, we have OCR, there’s rush and then there’s pledging. The odds of you making it to your 9a.m. in College Hall go from 60/40 to 20/80 in a matter of minutes. Everyone is stressed and cranky, and the guy you were seeing before break won’t text you back. And did I mention that it’s cold?
(11/19/15 6:48pm)
For the past 3.5 years, Street has been my everything. I love this magazine more than I love most of Penn. It gave me the people I call my best friends and the best version of myself. But I need to move on. I love this magazine, but I can't be here anymore.
(11/12/15 4:17pm)
I looked in the mirror and said, "that's not me."
(11/06/15 2:31am)
Rejection is a ritual.