Letter

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

From the Editor: 03.31.11

As an English major who has never taken a finance/marketing/management/advertising/Wharton–mumble–jumble class, I'm simply business–talk inept.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 03.24.2011

Nobody really watched Skins. You know, that MTV teen drama that was spawned from the brilliant British version.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 03.23.2011

I am no fashionista. My mom picked out my first birthday dress (white lace), my Bat Mitzvah dress (pink raw silk), my prom dress (white lace again) and even my first college formal dress (tight and black). Luckily, with seven female roommates, I have live–in style gurus.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 03.17.2011

Back in kindergarten we made refrigerator magnets. I decorated mine with rhinestones, purple swirls and sequins.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 02.24.11

In honor of Street’s second annual Fiction Issue, I’ll now take you on a journey back to my adolescence.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 02.17.11

There’s nothing better, homier or more comforting than coming home from a loooong day and curling up in front of my TV.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 02.16.2011

I’m in love. I’m hopelessly, maddeningly in love with a tin box on 38th Street. What holds grip of my heart, you ask?

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 2.10.2011

The stretch of Spruce from 40th to 41st Street is a black hole. I've walked down this block at least once a day over the past year and a half and I’ve learned a thing or two.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

From the Editor: 02.03.11

Last Wednesday night, we all prayed for a snow day. Whenever shrieks were heard over intercoms and through hallways, someone would jump and dial 898–MELT.

by JESSICA GOODMAN

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