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(12/04/17 3:50am)
On Wednesday, Dec. 6, 34th Street Magazine will publish our last issue of the semester: “End the Silence: Assault Survivors at Penn Share Their Stories.” Our print issue will be entirely comprised of assault survivors at Penn and their testimonies. Some are narratives, some are poems, and all are written by survivors.
(11/29/17 5:33am)
I did it guys. I did the one, singular thing you're not supposed to do during the fall/winter season. I got the flu.
(11/15/17 3:12am)
And here we are. This is my last letter as 34th Street Magazine's Editor–in–Chief. Well, okay, not exactly. I'll still technically have my fancy title until the end of December. But this time next week, there will be a new Editor–in–Chief, announced and set and ready to go, chomping at the bit to continue (or undo) what I've done.
(11/08/17 3:32am)
There are two pretty big events coming up this week, events that I hope you all try to attend. The first is BMOC (Big Man on Campus). The second is Street's very own Battle of the Bands.
(11/01/17 3:36am)
Guess what guys? I can now do push ups. Seriously. Me and my weird, creepily–long arms can now do push ups.
(10/30/17 4:47am)
Many, many letters ago (maybe even in my first one), I wrote about my high school paper column, "Oh Really?" For one of those installations, I wrote a long satire piece about depression and anxiety. And while using satire to talk about mental health sounds a little counterintuitive, it was the only way I could verbalize the complicated feelings that I'd long struggled with. After sending it to my best friend, the only person I really ever talked to about mental health in high school, I quietly tucked it away. The column never saw the light of day because I eventually chose not to publish it. I never looked at it again until about roughly twenty minutes before writing this letter, almost exactly four years later.
(10/18/17 3:13am)
Technology is amazing. Case in point? My cousin and his wife in Florida had a baby just a little under a year ago. Almost every day, they update a Photo Stream on iCloud with new baby pictures. And I could not be more serious when I say that it is, hands down, the best part of my day.
(10/11/17 3:07am)
I honestly and truly can't think of a better time for Street's list of Most Eligible Bachelorettes to come out. Seriously, think about it. I feel like I haven't gotten good news in weeks. This semester has been shitty. People are low energy and stressed out and just wholly not happy to be at Penn.
(10/04/17 1:40am)
I don't want to exaggerate or anything, but everyone I know is getting married. No, seriously. Bear with me. I have scrolled through maybe ten or 15 engagement announcements on Facebook. People I went to elementary school with, high school, college. They've all somehow found themselves in a position where they (and their significant partners, which they have at this age, which is totally cool), are ready and able to commit themselves for life. They all have engagement photos up, they're all adorable, and they all fill me with existential fear. Oh, and sometimes they also have babies.
(09/27/17 4:29am)
It’s been a particularly interesting week to be a student journalist. Not for a lack of news, of course. Anyone even vaguely paying attention to what’s happening on campus knows the students and administration have engaged in a tense, completely fascinating battle over autonomy, student protection, and social boundaries.
(09/13/17 3:02am)
There's a running joke at Street about our website. Well, it's not really a joke. It's more of a universal truth: our website sucks. It makes no sense. It is buggy and visually offensive. It is a bizarre medley of the newest articles pushed to the bottom of the site, and old, outdated features somehow making their way to the front page. It is terrible.
(09/20/17 2:26am)
Fun fact: I got a mouth guard last year because I constantly clenched my teeth in my sleep. Because of stress.
(09/06/17 3:14am)
This past week, Penn as a community received the most horrible possible news: a College senior, Nick Moya, took his own life.
(08/30/17 3:17am)
Today marks the first day in the history of 34th Street Magazine that the print edition will be offered as a stand alone—not within the pages of a copy of The Daily Pennsylvanian, not nestled and hidden away and difficult to find without significant effort.
(04/20/17 1:58am)
Right now, I'm on a lot of second to lasts. It's my second to last semester editing Street. It's my second to last Fling, my second to last bright Philly spring and hellish Philly summer. It's my second to last year as a college student.
(04/06/17 3:20am)
I only have one thing that I really, really care about during my tenure as Editor–in–Chief: leaving the magazine off in better shape than when I first received it. Of course, I didn't know at the time what that would entail. I didn't realize it would mean restructuring to include four days of new online content. I had no clue it would involve cutting the Round Up. And of course, I never could have possibly dreamed that it meant a shift from Thursday to Wednesday print.
(03/30/17 3:07am)
I didn't really have a group in high school. At least, not for a long time. I transferred into my high school's feeder middle school in eighth grade, and I spent most of that time trying to figure out how to talk to other people. Do you know how hard it is to try to make friends as a thirteen–year–old? I'll tell you. It's impossible.
(03/23/17 2:43am)
Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I walk to 16th and Walnut. It doesn't matter if it's raining, snowing, sleeting, winding (that's what I call the Philadelphia–specific phenomenon when the wind blows hard enough to push you back a few steps physically and mentally). I put on a beanie, gloves, snow boots, whatever I need, and make my way downtown.
(03/16/17 1:52am)
There was only one thing I wanted to do this break: go the fuck home. I missed my family. I missed my home friends. Most of all, I missed my dog (she's amazing—she could be a therapy dog but one could argue that she's too loving). My parents picked me up at the airport with a salad waiting for me in the backseat. As we drove the long, long route from busy LAX to my cozy little suburb, I was shocked to see green.
(02/23/17 4:01am)
For the first time in two and a half years at Penn, I’m trying to do my reading. For all my classes. Seriously. All of it. Are you surprised? I was too—but we shouldn’t be.