OCR has got to be, like, the biggest joke at Penn.
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OCR has got to be, like, the biggest joke at Penn.
The beginning of second semester kind of sucks. It’s cold, we have OCR, there’s rush and then there’s pledging. The odds of you making it to your 9a.m. in College Hall go from 60/40 to 20/80 in a matter of minutes. Everyone is stressed and cranky, and the guy you were seeing before break won’t text you back. And did I mention that it’s cold?
An Open Letter to Sad Freshmen Girls:
Unfortunately, you can't eat a wall (unless it's drywall). Although we wish we could, it's apparently frowned upon to carve out a chunk for lunch—something about building stability. But fear not! While you may not be able to eat your favorite walls on campus, you can still lick them! Here are our personal favorites:
We have so many mixed feelings about homecoming. On the one hand, you get to see all your friends/bigs/exes for maybe the first time since May, and we get one last excuse to darty before St. Patty’s. But, on the other, you’ll soon realize that Recess is filled with washed up frat bros trying to relive their glory days and forget they sold their souls to finance, and that Smokes' is filled with even older, creepier men (possibly fathers) who won’t stop hitting on you (Ed. note: Free drinks are only worth so much). So, here’s a list of alternatives for when you need to drink but don’t want to see all the people you were happy to say bye to last May in the first place.
Isabel Allende is a Chilean-American writer and she is coming to Philly next Thursday to talk about her life, her career and the world today. She is heralded as one of the world’s most widely read Spanish language authors, and has spent many years working to empower women and girls worldwide. The event costs $$, but trust us, it will be worth it.
This year, Philadelphia’s Mural Arts Program is running a series of events and tours to celebrate open source art that engages and interacts with the public.The program has been running since Oct. 1 and is set to conclude on Oct. 31, so be sure to take advantage of it before it ends (this is the first time the Program has done something with this, so its ~historical~ as well).
Okay—it’s officially fall. By now, you’ve probably made a trip out to Linvilla with your sorority sisters (if you don’t post an Insta with the caption #LINvilla did you even go?) and you probably bought a pumpkin or two because they were cute and you’re totally gonna carve them and drunk people are definitely not gonna smash them within an hour of their existence…
A. Getting blackout at Recess/Rumor because I’m sceney.
I don’t remember where I first read about the idea that Kim Kardashian could be considered art. But I do remember that it closely followed the release of her book, Selfish, and that the original author discussed the idea that her plethora of selfies could be considered an important installment in the modern art world. I also recall reading the article with a high state of incredulity—the idea that a glorified reality star could take a bunch of pictures of herself and have some author declare that they may deserve a place in the MoMA seemed ludicrous to me. And yet, the impression certainly stuck.
I’m a big fan of small restaurants. Their intimacy and round–the–clock crowd creates an illusion of exclusivity. You feel like you’ve stumbled on something hidden and special in the restaurant industry. In a country that glorifies The Cheesecake Factory, you can’t beat that feeling. Tria ranks high atop Philly’s list of popular and à la mode dining experiences—like Parc and Barbuzzo.
First Friday in Philly is great. It happens every month, it celebrates local artists and it makes art accessible to the general population. That said, you have to do it properly. The first time I went my friend and I wandered around like lost puppies and left feeling like we had been cheated by all the rave reviews by our friends. So let this be a cautionary tale: don’t be me, don’t be a lost puppy. Instead, follow this guide to get First Friday right the first time around.
What does it mean to be into art? Does it mean that you spend your weekends in the Barnes Foundation or at the Rodin Museum, that you wander around Northern Liberties, peaking into the small independent galleries of up–and–coming artists? Or does it mean that you take art history and fine arts courses and have refined knowledge of the subject? What’s more, what does being into art look like, how does that translate into how you interact with the world? If Friday’s event at the Philadelphia Museum of Art is any indicator, being into art is more of a social concept, with little to do with art itself at all.
The ICA's Fall opening is happening this Wednesday at 6:00 p.m., featuring exhibitions from three different artists: Josephine Pryde, Christopher Knowles and Becky Suss. A lot of work goes into making these exhibitions possible, both by the ICA and by its student board members. Street sat down with one of those students, Chloe Kaufman, who has been actively involved with both the SPEC Art Collective and the ICA since her freshman year at Penn. Now a senior, Chloe discusses how art, Penn and the ICA have contributed to her life and her ideas about her future.
With the summer deadline of September 21st just around the corner and midterm season fast approaching, our opportunities to get drunk on a Sunday off of bottomless mimosas and bloody marys are vanishing faster than your LDW tan. Take advantage of the little freedom you have left before school takes over your life and hit up these popular boozy brunch locations while you still can.
When I was a kid I attended the Waldorf School in Chicago. Waldorf schools are small private schools that exist in various parts of the country and focus on arts and a very specific method of education—they do not teach you how to read until about third grade—and they have been described by a few online articles as “cultish.” Part of the curriculum is the very specific requirement that students do not watch any TV or movies at home, a requirement that some families chose to follow. Mine did, to an extent.
Penn is a bubble. It is a college campus in the middle of an urban center. We are students in a campus that is older than the neighborhood around it; so old that the city has virtually grown around Penn. For many of us, it is easy to forget that we are actually residents of the city of Philadelphia, not just Penn.
NSO is a freakin’ marathon, and there was probably a moment when you and your liver realized that it was unnecessary to get down and darty for the third day in a row. But here’s the dilemma: all your friends are going. Will your fellow drunk Quakers think you’re lame if you don’t post an insta from the Chancellor day party? No—but you probably feel that way. So, to avoid some serious FOMO and maintain your social (media) relevance, you and your iPhone rally one more time.
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