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Letter from the Editor: 01.23.2014

On Wednesday of last week I was only registered for two classes. Not too dramatic, I know, but for me, under-enrollment was traumatizing.  Advanced Registration had never failed me in the past.

by CHLOE BOWER

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by NINA WOLPOW

From the Editor: 12.01.2011

I have a secret to share with you. Ready? I hate writing these letters. I'm not particularly funny (at least on purpose). I'm not witty or clever or profound.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 11.17.2011

Rather than use this space as a letter, I’m going to make you a list. If you remember from a few weeks ago (for the three people who read these beside my beloved Mom and Dad), organized girls love lists.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 11.10.2011

Penn’s changed a lot since I first settled into a cramped Hill double three and a half years ago. No more happy hour specials at LTs.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 11.03.2011

I have a theory about being brilliant. If you do something I don’t know how to do, then you must be the best at it.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 10.27.2011

Halloween makes people uncomfortable. Some can’t handle all the costumes, all the candy, all the frat parties named with terrible rhymes. But others get into it.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 10.20.2011

Lists are like crack to organized girls. We can add to them indefinitely and make them look elegant and important with curly handwriting.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 10.13.2011

I had big plans for Fall Break. I wanted to go to Vegas. I had visions of flaunting my legality. I would sit at a slot machine, shmooze with Cher and sneak into the Real World suite at the Palms. Then Yom Kippur happened. With a last name like Goodman, I knew I couldn’t spend the holiest day of the year parading around with would–be Vegas showgirls.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 09.29.2011

When I was a kid I would devour Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. I would sit in my bathtub and soak for hours, reading and re–reading stories of broken hearts and bones, tales of ‘tough stuff’ and tragedies. I think it stemmed from a typical t(w)eenage yearning to know what’s really up with our peers.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 09.22.2011

My first concert was a really sweaty My Chemical Romance set at the Downtown in Farmingdale, New York.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 09.15.2011

Being Google–able sucks. We crazy college kids can’t really do stupid stuff anymore. Well, that’s not true.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 04.21.2011

As most wrestled with the rained–out Quad activities on Saturday, I was knee deep in New Orleans. No, I wasn't going through Mardi Gras withdrawal.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 04.14.2011

If you're reading this at all you're probably just, like soooo totally flungover (haha puns are just the best!) in bed on Sunday evening and are reflecting back on the 48 (or 72… or 96+) hours of flingin' flangin' fun you forgot to remember.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 04.07.2011

Penn has taught me a lot about the idea of the “best.” Best way to accidentally spill your friends’ secrets?

by JESSICA GOODMAN

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