Election Reflection: Chloe Shakin C'18
I was standing in London Luton Airport, waiting in line to board a plane to Berlin. I unlocked my phone to pull up the PDF of my boarding pass and noticed a barrage of texts from my older sister.
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I was standing in London Luton Airport, waiting in line to board a plane to Berlin. I unlocked my phone to pull up the PDF of my boarding pass and noticed a barrage of texts from my older sister.
I stand in front of the Admissions Office at the back of College Hall, holding up my hand to shield my face from the April sun’s glare. I’ve just wrapped up a crowded tour of Penn’s campus and announced, as always, that I’ll remain outside to answer any lingering questions. A mother clutching her son’s polo–clad shoulders moves closer and lowers her voice.
It's saved me on more occasions than I'd like to admit, so it's time I shared my secret weapon: the S•PACK, your on–the–go arsenal of basic cleanup supplies (mini toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant wipe, two facial cleansing wipes and a hair tie) that will have you looking fresh even on your Friday morning walk of shame. I sat down to talk to Juliette Reiss (C'16), one half of the twin powerhouse behind the company, about starting a business even if you're not in Wharton (Ed. Note: she's a Classical Studies major).
After excessively stalking Clarkville’s Yelp reviews and online menu, we were very eager for our meal. At first glance, Clarkville looks awesome. With its bright industrial interior filled with colorful art, modern decor and chalkboard walls, this restaurant provides a fun, young and alternative dining setting. However, known for its weekend brunch, Clarkville on a Sunday afternoon was less crowded than we anticipated.
Juice cleanse: two words I never imagined would be in my personal vocabulary. I always thought juice cleanses were unhealthy (and expensive) shortcuts to temporary weight loss. So you can imagine my dismay when I found myself staring at the assortment of overpriced, jelly bean–colored cold–pressed juices at Sip–n–Glo Juicery in Rittenhouse. I really like food; I get anxiety if it's been too long since my last meal. I literally pack a lunchbox for my Tuesday evening seminar every week. But after eating my body weight in quesadillas over spring break and taking too much medication for an ulcer and Strep throat, my body needed some real TLC, something that went beyond just another hot yoga class. So I reluctantly coughed up $50 for the six juices included in a one–day cleanse. Here's how my day went:
Spring break is over. That means goodbye to your friends' annoying #PVdiet bitching and hello to a beautiful greasy slice of Lorenzo's pizza. But if you feel like working off a long night of drunk eats, have no fear: Philly is home to some of the most fun workout classes that fly by faster than you can say Pottruck.
St. Paddy's Day is quickly approaching. To ensure you last through your 8 a.m. pregame and the full darty you'll be attending, pound one of these classic Irish coffees first thing in the morning. And remember (coffee before) liquor before beer!
It was junior Ian McCurry’s second time setting foot in HUP’s Cardiac Surgical Unit. He entered the examination room to introduce himself to his patient of the day, a middle–aged man who had recently undergone a heart transplant. The doctor was already in the room, busily explaining the side effects of her patient’s medication. Once she finished, the patient cocked his head and turned to Ian. “Well, what do you think, doctor? Does she know what she’s talking about?”
Everything is awash in pink and red. Your friends in relationships start grouping together, bonding over whether they should get their significant other something slutty or meaningful. And you have a heightened craving for chocolate and The Notebook. If you spent this day last year eating multiple Krispy Creme donuts alone in Penn Station (Ed. note: didn't not happen), don't fret: here are some things to do this year on Valentine's Day that will put your friends' romantic dates to shame.
Have you already had three bacon, egg and cheeses this week? Lucky for you, there's a new breakfast food truck in town to get you out of your rut: Le Anh's Waffles Noir.
We have collectively made it through January, which means we're one month of 2016 down and Feb Club's in full bloom. If you're not a senior, you might not know about this month–long festival of events and deals that Class Board puts on every year. If you are a senior, you're probably trying to figure out which events (if not all) to go to. No matter who you are, you need to make Reading Terminal Market (on the 6th) a priority.
Winter blues setting in? Time to rely on the only thing to get you through your slushy trek to class: hot chocolate. After sampling the best and worst specimens, I'm left with a burnt tongue, an empty wallet and a newfound appreciation for this winter treat.
You’ve already disappointed yourself and violated every one of your unrealistic New Year’s Resolutions. So instead of making a home for yourself under your covers and queuing up a random Netflix documentary, here are some better ways to spend your time in the new year.
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