Every year we’re stunned by Penn students’ sheer inability to submit funny shoutouts. Since you never learn, we’re making an example of some particularly heinous submissions. We’re not laughing with you, we’re laughing at you.
Whoever said "dead men tell no tales" obviously never visited the Mütter Museum. Though filled with all things ghoulish and deformed, the Mütter's got a long and lively history of schooling students on matters of mortality. Today, Penn and the Mütter collaborate to tackle science's "gravest" undertakings.
College hookups can be messy, wrought with hurt feelings, murky motives, and usually, more than a few drinks. Here’s how Penn students are using dating apps to avoid all the shit that comes with getting laid.
Stress affects everybody at Penn, but we’re told to grin and bear it. Mental illness, however, forces some to take a leave of absence. These students aren’t running away, they’re fighting their ways back.
The first Fling may have been one of few bright spots in 1973. Richard Nixon was being a tricky dick, the Vietnam War had reached a breaking point at home and abroad and—worst of all—Penn’s fraternity life was in remission (the yearbook blamed the construction of the highrises).