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What comes to mind when you think of summer? Brat? Finance internship in NYC?
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What comes to mind when you think of summer? Brat? Finance internship in NYC?
During the witching hours of August 19th, 2021, I was drowning. Drowning in a sea of clothes, that is. It was half past 2 a.m. and I had to catch an 8 a.m. flight to Philly the next morning to start my freshman pre–orientation here at Penn. Like many other freshmen who arrived on campus two weeks ago, I severely overpacked.
On the afternoon of April 25, the Gaza Solidarity Encampment was set in motion. Earlier that day, a protest—organized by the Philly Palestine Coalition—began at City Hall and marched its way throughout Philadelphia, arriving at Penn’s campus by 4 p.m. It culminated with protesters pitching about 20 tents on College Green, with the support of an organized faculty walkout. The encampment, joining an ongoing international struggle, began.
As a kid, I wanted to be everything. My mom loves to tell the story of my kindergarten open house, where every child had drawn their dream job and placed it on their desk. Alongside all the abstract renditions of doctors, rock stars, and astronauts, I had simply drawn a question mark, captioned beneath with the words: “I don’t know.” After all, I was a kid who couldn’t even settle on a Halloween costume. (That year, I believe I was a “Friendly Ghost Superhero,” which was an improvement from “Rockstar Flower Fairy.”) When adults asked me what I wanted to be, I would pretentiously launch into a song where I listed every career I knew.
Going to college in Philly, we’re so often bombarded—on social media and IRL—with seemingly endless options for how to spend our free time. So, I’m delighted to announce that Street has done the hard part for you: We’ve rounded up what we think are the can’t–miss events for the month in one convenient place. If I’ve done my job right, there’ll be something in here for every one of our readers, no matter what you like to do with your weekends.
Dearest freshmen: So, you’ve survived New Student Orientation or you are recuperating after your first run–in with MERT. Now you’re probably coughing your way through classes, fighting the freshman flu, but don’t worry, we’ve all been there. While the sacred first semester of college will teach you to always wear shower shoes, definitely study for your Friday math quizzes, and to never forget to set a timer for your laundry, we’re here to teach you everything else you need to know to navigate life at Penn. Now that your family friendly NSO tours are over, Street’s writers and editors present to you our guide to Penn’s infamous landmarks and the lore behind them, as well as some of our favorite campus events and pastimes.
The beauty of boiler rooms exists in spite of the insipid, and frankly, disgusting conditions of the space itself. The beauty of Boiler Room, is that really, it can be created anywhere, can't it? It's a dingy, industrial space that defies all science—heat doesn't rise, but wraps like a damp blanket around you—and social conventions, where the DJ is within our eyeline, and frenetic, atmospheric beats aren't just something you hear, but also feel.
The Student Activities Fair crowds College Green every fall like a choose–your–own–adventure game. For a newly minted first–year student, each club is a different path down a unique Penn experience—and at the club fair, they’re all trying to get your attention. Handmade poster boards, innovative merch, and sometimes a glossy magazine grace nearly every single table, marketing consulting clubs, pre–professional organizations, and fun social groups. Like open doors, they provide a peek into what life might look like for the next four years. And for first years, those possibilities spark all kinds of new questions, with scenarios they never even thought could become a reality—“Should I rush a business frat?” or “Is pre–law in the cards for me? Do law schools like service clubs?” or “What if I joined a club sport?”
Miles Taylor (C ’22) never quite grew out of his train phase.
The Olympic Games in the modern age are held in high regard. Every four years, the world watches elite athletes yearn, struggle, and fight for one of the highest honors one can get: an Olympic gold medal. Countries fight for bids to host the event, because the wave of pride of one’s country is contagious. The international sporting event brings to nations across the globe a spirit of unity unparalleled during Olympics off–season.
As the semester begins, we’re itching to escape the too–soon drudgery of studying in stuffy GSRs (group study rooms, for the uninitiated). This is the guide to the top spots in the city to conquer homework fatigue. Whether you crave airy spaces or eclectic vibes, Street’s curated the perfect mix. So clock in, fire up Canvas, and let’s get some work done.
To the surprise of pretty much no one who has ever met me, I was a deeply annoying child. I self–identified as an old soul. I was heavily involved in a slew of campaigns for local politicians. And I loved nothing more than to tell fans of a movie that the book was better.
Thanks to the promises in the marketing for Longlegs, the theater was full of nervous chitters anticipating what horrible abomination Nicolas Cage was going to appear as.
Contrary to popular opinion, C, XOXO warrants a second listen.
There’s a chance you’ve seen Penn students giving “DM” a hard time on Sidechat for not taking his internship seriously enough.
Percival Everett reread Mark Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn 15 times before reimagining the classic in his newest novel, James. “Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere,” writes literary critic Roland Barthes. Everett is sure to have read Barthes, an expert in semiotic theory, writing a baby–savant character in the novel Glyph. Everett’s James from the titular enslaved person’s perspective echoes Barthes’ sentiment, in a retelling in which a radically different story plays out.
At Pasadena’s Re:SET Concert Series in the summer of 2023, an effortlessly cool Clairo said in between hits of her vape: “this is the last time we’re going to be performing for a while” to a sea of gasps. Her sophomore record Sling, released in July 2021, embraced a stripped–down, lyric–driven version of her art, which laid a gracious backdrop to grapple with heavy topics like objectification, depression, and motherhood. She cloistered herself, and, with Jack Antonoff, made a faint yet enduring dent in the COVID–19 pandemic–indie canon.
“I am a consumer first, and then a YouTuber second,” says Nicole Rafiee, an up–and–coming content creator. “I still feel like a 12–year–old fangirl watching YouTube on my computer in the basement.”
With MaXXXine, Ti West completes his trilogy, exploring the relentless pursuit of dreams and the intricate dance between self–determination and fate. Each film—X, Pearl, and MaXXXine—is marked by a distinct style and, despite individual flaws, each is a must watch as they delve into just how far one is willing to go to achieve their dreams.
“Kind of 2014”, admonishes Sydney (Ayo Edebiri) about a foam–type–situation that Carmy (Jeremy Allen White) puts on a dish he’s R&D’ing. It’s flashy, it’s new, it’s stylish, and it’s full of so much air. The Bear, season three, is similar. I can’t look away, but the second I start digesting what I’m watching, I realize that there’s not a lot of substance. I’m paying however much money about seven hours of my time is worth to participate in a 10–course meal that is beautiful, and not at all untasty, but is far from fulfilling.