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November 23, 2012 at 2:28 pm

I’m hopeful every self–respecting senior has, as I do, a bucket list.  I have neither the space nor chutzpah to enumerate my personal bucket list here.  For those who don’t have one, take comfort in knowing that mine is too long and mostly impossible and any points of completion will surely offer little solace when it actually comes time to graduate.  In thinking about how best to utilize this column to cross something off my bucket list, however, I would like to issue a formal search warrant for my apparent doppelgänger, Tanya. If it wasn’t necessary to the comprehension of this story, I would hide the fact that I frequent Einstein’s pretty regularly.
November 15, 2012 at 5:51 am

It's almost here, les enfants, a time of thanks, a time of giving, a time of stuffing yourself so full with food you undergo a legitimate tryptophan attack.
November 15, 2012 at 5:40 am

Boy on Locust: My new thing is only checking out girls on elevated surfaces. Girl in the Houston salad line: It’s getting serious.
November 15, 2012 at 5:24 am

2:29 p.m.: I walk into the waxing room. Unlike my fratty peers celebrating Movember, I cannot grow a mustache.
November 15, 2012 at 5:05 am

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November 14, 2012 at 3:10 pm

You’ve got two choices: chocolate or vanilla. If you really like pistachio, you can technically choose pistachio, but you’re still going to get either chocolate or vanilla, so you might as well choose between those two. At Penn, liking chocolate means you fit in.
November 8, 2012 at 5:48 am

Frat Guy: We’re out of beer? I guess I’ll drink apple juice and rum like a fucking toddler.
November 8, 2012 at 5:24 am

How crazy was that election, huh? Did you vote? We'll judge you if you didn't. JK, we won't, but while the future of the country was being decided, we were scrounging up some good ol’ American gossip.
November 8, 2012 at 5:22 am

As your trusted authority on Penn rumors, we at Highbrow will catch you up on some classic stories and help you separate the fact from the crap.
November 8, 2012 at 5:13 am

Because Twitter is still trendy.
November 7, 2012 at 1:55 pm

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November 5, 2012 at 7:26 pm

Oh my god, this is, like, so stressful.” The girl brandished a pair of shiny red pants ("The Disco Pant," $85, FYI), in my face.
November 1, 2012 at 5:56 am

Standing on the corner of 43rd and Market with my weight in canned food sitting like a ton of steel inside my housemate’s hiking–sized megabackpack, my spine caving into an awful kind of inverted “U,” I truly began to understand the concept of the sophomore slump.
November 1, 2012 at 5:34 am

Sexy cop: I love bobbing for apples, it’s like waterboarding except with prizes. Girl: Maybe she should just eat pizza like the rest of us without boyfriends. Girl: I’m going to Huntsman to find my husband — bye! Lanky engineer: That exam took me to a nice dinner.
November 1, 2012 at 5:26 am

So Hurricane Sandy kind of blew, huh? (Get it?) In our little nook of West Philly, it seems the worst damage was done to the livers of those who chose to drink their way through the storm.
November 1, 2012 at 5:20 am

[poll id="64"] Check out our past polls check here.
October 31, 2012 at 3:28 pm

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October 30, 2012 at 12:43 pm

One day, while doing my usual peruse of HuffPo during Stat (yawn), I came across an article that both captivated and confused me.
October 25, 2012 at 5:48 am

Professor: Ooh, is that an African tribal bracelet? Student: No…it’s…from Forever 21. Girl: He looked like a sexy Ron Stoppable. Freshman: I can settle for a 3.9 this semester. Guy in Blarney bathroom: Ever since I’ve discovered gay bars, I just can’t bring myself to pay for drinks. Girl: Do you ever see somebody that’s just so happy?
October 25, 2012 at 5:39 am