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Daylight Savings

On Saturday evening, we reveled in the bliss of setting our clocks, watches and phones an hour back. It almost seemed like a supernatural blessing: an extra 60 minutes for partying or sleeping, though there seemed to be a surplus of the former and a severe lack of the latter. In what felt like cramming for an OPIM final, we celebrated Halloween, Homecoming, a surprise World Series win and the most important presidential election of our time… all in the same week. Halloween felt less slutty than usual, while Homecoming felt more alums-trying-to-relive-the-glory-days than usual. The Phillies’ win was an excuse to let it all out on Broad Street, but we’re sure you don’t even know if Penn won the Homecoming football game. And even if you were sleeping when the clocks turned back, 60 minutes couldn’t have been much in the way of addition to your precious REM cycle, so we hope you’ll use this week to replenish those lost brain cells. See you on the flip side.


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