Street: If you could go on an Alternative Spring Break trip anywhere, anytime, where would you go? Maddie Macks: I would probably want to go to Ancient Egypt on a year when the Nile didn’t flood quite enough. It would be service–oriented. I’d go and help them stock up on food in a surplus year to avoid starvation.

Street: What do you think is the most inconvenient truth about Penn? MM: The televisions at Pottruck. They have numbers under them. There is no way to access those numbers. It doesn’t exist. I’m a senior and I’ve asked.

Street: You have to have a little pocket radio. MM: Right, but even if you do, it’s so hard. And there’s no BYO–radio sign under the numbers.

Street: If you could only eat one food forever, what would it be? MM: Pizza, hands down. I never get sick of pizza. Think about it this way: a warm slice of pizza for lunch or dinner, great. And how good is cold pizza in the morning for breakfast?

Street: What’s your secret talent? MM: I have a hyper–sensitive nose. I can smell a gas leak, which would be dangerous, like two days before it even happens. I’ve literally saved my roommates’ lives, like, six times.

Street: What’s the best thing you’ve ever smelled? MM: I can smell seasons and it rocks. Especially winter.

Street: How did you respond to the whole de–icer thing going around Penn? MM: I freaked out. I was the one that tweeted “What the fuck is this?” at Under the Button at like 9 a.m.

Street: What’s the strangest class you’ve taken at Penn? MM: Animal Archeology. We got to use the Museum’s extensive collection of animal skeletons. Which reminds me, my other secret talent is identifying animal bones.

Street: What is your obsession? MM: I think everything, including inanimate objects, has feelings and I worry that things will get lonely. I have to eat M&Ms in even numbers so that they can all have a buddy in my stomach. It’s been a bitch for my roommates who now have to make sure they don’t leave inanimate objects alone around our house cause I’ll get really sad about it.

Street: Kill, fuck, marry: Harry Potter characters. MM: Kill Bellatrix Lestrange because she gives a bad name to women everywhere. Fuck Sirius Black — he has a flying motorcycle! And marry Remus Lupin. The whole brooding werewolf thing is really romantic.

Street: Which Hogwarts house would you be in? MM: I wouldn’t just be in Hufflepuff, I’d be the proud Head Girl of Hufflepuff.

Street: What’s your Patronus? MM: I think I would be an alpaca. If I got cold, I would not only get to fight off Dementors but weave myself an alpaca blanket, which is beautiful and soft.

Street: There are two kinds of people at Penn… MM: The people who know what the Morris Arboretum is, and the people who don’t. Now they’re going to have to Google it.