Letter from the Editor: 01.30.14
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Bobby Blue, medium rare, crunchified, sweet potato fries and fry sauce on the side, thanks. My name is Chloe Bower and I’m a burger addict.
On Wednesday of last week I was only registered for two classes.
Despite running on six hours of sleep every night, Huntsman senior Edward Lando is finding himself more energized than ever. “I love the game,” he announces, and from the grin on his face for the entirety of our hour–long conversation, it’s clear that he really does. Edward’s currently working on his fourth startup venture, a fashion/e–commerce project named Fleur that will bring him to New York post–graduation.
“I wish I had been hazed more,” said Clark, simply. If he was being at all sarcastic, he certainly concealed it well. Perhaps it was just our naive freshmen eyes that prevented us from understanding his statement. No one wants to be hazed, right? Just saying the word evokes thoughts of scandal, pain, humiliation and fear. Hazing is not only strictly prohibited on Penn’s campus, but it is also a criminal offense in the state of Pennsylvania. In certain situations around the country, hazing has been so extreme as to physically endanger those involved. Writing about such a taboo topic requires us to walk a fine line between implicating the organizations we are a part of and defending a practice that is clearly illegal. Yet, despite societal disapproval and legal restrictions, hazing is everywhere at Penn — not just in fraternity life, as it is in most colleges, but as a central part of extracurricular organizations as well. And we can’t help but wonder: why?
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