To the readers and to the trolls: In honor of shoutouts, I am writing my final HBEIC letter of the semester in shoutout form to the people who made this possible.
To the seniors, especially to our EOTW, Chloe Bower: You did it. You made it. I look up to you more than anyone on this campus and I don’t know what I will do without you on campus next semester. When I was a Features editor, You told me that the worst thing that could happen to a Street feature is that it goes unnoticed. I hope that this week I am showing what happens when it our features are noticed.
To my former co–ed, Julia Liebergall: Writing the Round Up with you and flying to Puerto Highbrowta was the best trip. I promise I'm not crying in Huntsman writing this.
To the 34th Street Staff of Spring 2k15: You are the last thing on my mind before I go to bed at night. And the reason I get up in the morning (well, usually the afternoon).
To the 34th Street Exec Board: At 3am in the shower, basking in the joy of overpriced Moroccan Oil shampoo, I realized that I could not live without you.
To Penn: This week’s feature (p. 16) is why I do my job. In no less than 4,000 carefully selected words, Street covered cocaine at Penn. We're blow shit up.
STREET STREET STREET FUCK,