Street: The show’s tomorrow! How has the buildup to the Vagina Monologues been going?
Isabel Friedman: We’re at the end of Vagina Season and this year, we’ve had a lot more events than before.
Happy Anna Howard Shaw Day, you little suffragettes! Like most of you, Highbrow’s been ignoring the Hallmark holiday of Valentine’s Day and focusing on things that MATTER.
Welcome to Penn, where students overlap in webs more complicated than that gross hook–up diagram from "Jersey Shore." Forget six degrees of separation.
This longtime Fisher RA, MERT miracle worker and self–proclaimed Indian grandmother knows how to alternate your spring break, leads Penn’s Dance Arts Council and is a proud member of Oracle.
Ego proudly presents an ode to AlliedBarton and Bon Appetit. These beloved Penn personalities work in the dorms, dining halls and other campus establishments, and were eager to share their wildest memories of Quaker debauchery.
When he's not in charge of the biggest (Feb) club on campus, this quadrilingual, class prez Persian of SAE, Lantern and Sphinx can be found shamelessly noshing at Sweetgreen.
Almost three years ago, right before I first came to Penn, the "good luck" and "bon voyage" that I had been hearing all summer from friends and other well–wishers turned into “don’t party too hard!” and “remember, school comes first!” I quickly learned that Penn is wildly known as “the Social Ivy:” the Ivy most affiliated with partying.
I have never been a partier, but I was curious to see the fantastic and potentially debauched social establishments for which my school was apparently famous. So, in the beginning of freshman year, my friends and I did as the Romans do: we stood outside frat houses and waited to be invited in.
During the last party we went to that fall, a friend and I left disinterested after only fifteen minutes.