Letter
From the Editor: 10.27.2011
Halloween makes people uncomfortable. Some can’t handle all the costumes, all the candy, all the frat parties named with terrible rhymes. But others get into it.
From the Editor: 10.20.2011
Lists are like crack to organized girls. We can add to them indefinitely and make them look elegant and important with curly handwriting.
From the Editor: 10.13.2011
I had big plans for Fall Break. I wanted to go to Vegas. I had visions of flaunting my legality. I would sit at a slot machine, shmooze with Cher and sneak into the Real World suite at the Palms. Then Yom Kippur happened. With a last name like Goodman, I knew I couldn’t spend the holiest day of the year parading around with would–be Vegas showgirls.
From the Editor: 09.29.2011
When I was a kid I would devour Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. I would sit in my bathtub and soak for hours, reading and re–reading stories of broken hearts and bones, tales of ‘tough stuff’ and tragedies. I think it stemmed from a typical t(w)eenage yearning to know what’s really up with our peers.
From the Editor: 09.22.2011
My first concert was a really sweaty My Chemical Romance set at the Downtown in Farmingdale, New York.
From the Editor: 09.15.2011
Being Google–able sucks. We crazy college kids can’t really do stupid stuff anymore. Well, that’s not true.
From the Editor: 04.21.2011
As most wrestled with the rained–out Quad activities on Saturday, I was knee deep in New Orleans. No, I wasn't going through Mardi Gras withdrawal.
From the Editor: 04.14.2011
If you're reading this at all you're probably just, like soooo totally flungover (haha puns are just the best!) in bed on Sunday evening and are reflecting back on the 48 (or 72… or 96+) hours of flingin' flangin' fun you forgot to remember.
From the Editor: 04.07.2011
Penn has taught me a lot about the idea of the “best.” Best way to accidentally spill your friends’ secrets?
From the Editor: 03.31.11
As an English major who has never taken a finance/marketing/management/advertising/Wharton–mumble–jumble class, I'm simply business–talk inept.
From the Editor: 03.24.2011
Nobody really watched Skins. You know, that MTV teen drama that was spawned from the brilliant British version.
From the Editor: 03.23.2011
I am no fashionista. My mom picked out my first birthday dress (white lace), my Bat Mitzvah dress (pink raw silk), my prom dress (white lace again) and even my first college formal dress (tight and black). Luckily, with seven female roommates, I have live–in style gurus.
From the Editor: 03.17.2011
Back in kindergarten we made refrigerator magnets. I decorated mine with rhinestones, purple swirls and sequins.
From the Editor: 02.24.11
In honor of Street’s second annual Fiction Issue, I’ll now take you on a journey back to my adolescence.
From the Editor: 02.17.11
There’s nothing better, homier or more comforting than coming home from a loooong day and curling up in front of my TV.
From the Editor: 02.16.2011
I’m in love. I’m hopelessly, maddeningly in love with a tin box on 38th Street. What holds grip of my heart, you ask?
From the Editor: 2.10.2011
The stretch of Spruce from 40th to 41st Street is a black hole. I've walked down this block at least once a day over the past year and a half and I’ve learned a thing or two.
From the Editor: 02.03.11
Last Wednesday night, we all prayed for a snow day. Whenever shrieks were heard over intercoms and through hallways, someone would jump and dial 898–MELT.
From the Editor: 1.27.11
There’s that scene in (admittedly, my favorite movie) Can’t Hardly Wait when a few tech geeks surround a computer and wait desperately for Internet porn to load.
