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I’m lying in bed as rays of sun stream through my window. The weather app says it’s 40 degrees outside and feels like 36, but I wouldn’t know. My sheets are stained with last night’s tears and yesterday’s coffee. Instagram just told me I’ve been caught up for the tenth time today.
I was on an innocent sushi date with my grandmother. She was taking me out to my favorite restaurant for lunch to celebrate Hanukkah. I barely need to scan the menu before my eyes dart to the crispy rice appetizer—my favorite. The dish was crispy fried rice, topped with spicy tuna, salmon, yellowtail, and a scallop. I politely asked the server to substitute the scallop for another piece of yellowtail.
The recent protests following the murder of George Floyd by four Minneapolis Police officers have focused on the urgent need to end the police brutality and violence directed at Black Americans. Yet the movement has encouraged activists to demand change and expose systemic racism and white supremacy in areas beyond the police.
It’s a Sunday morning in April and I—along with 40 others—am logged into Zoom, watching a friend open beautifully wrapped presents from her backyard, smiling as she reads cards with private jokes and well–wishes as she shows them to the camera. My friend’s bridal shower was scheduled to be in person, at the end of March, in advance of her May (now July) wedding. After postponing the event, her bridesmaids decided to host the shower over Zoom, resorting to the use of creative games to make the virtual celebration engaging.
Although our meeting is virtual, I can almost feel the sunshine radiating off of Jazzy Ortega’s (E ‘20) screen on Zoom. Maybe it’s because she’s video calling from outside her home in Southern California, with a backdrop of blue sky and healthy green trees. Or maybe it’s because from the moment we started the meeting, Jazzy hasn’t stopped smiling. Although the second half of her semester has been—to put it nicely—not what she expected, her optimism doesn’t waver throughout the interview.
I’m having one of the best semesters of my life being abroad in London, but my time here has made me realize something: I should probably be seeing a psychologist again. No, nothing happened; there was no “incident” or panic attack. I think I just need to take an inventory of my mental space.
Talking with Vickie Yin (C'19) in an empty music practice room on the fourth floor of Fisher Bennett, it’s hard not to feel zen. Empty music stands surround us. A french horn can be heard from a nearby room. Vickie sits crossed legged and poised. She tells me about the emotionally, mentally, and physically draining parts of her Penn experience, all while maintaining a calm voice and a soft smile.
I used to train myself to see food as a composite of nutrition facts. I checked for added sugar, maximized protein and fiber, loaded up on vitamins, steered clear of chemicals I did not recognize. Food was numbers and data, nothing else. When mealtimes started to cause more anxiety than joy, I realized I needed to see food from a different angle.
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On a quiet corner of 22th and Spruce sits a small, charming, and un–intimidating restaurant. Green and white striped awnings welcome you in to an intimate, laid–back dining room with an exposed kitchen. The white–tiled walls, metal chairs, paper–lined wooden tables, and beachy playlist lend a casual, fun vibe.
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34th and Sansom is an iconic block for University City foodies. Bernie’s, a restaurant/bar/lounge with outposts in Glenside and Haverford, has just recently joined the club. I went one Sunday at noon to see if the freshly opened spot could hold its own against its wildly popular neighbors.