Letter

With Fling (regrettably) over and reading days just a week away, I sat down to write this semester’s last letter with a mild case of writer’s block.
April 23, 2009 at 1:39 am

Twas the day before Fling, and up to campus’s edge, Not a creature was stirring, not even a pledge. The booze had been smuggled into the Quad with care, In hopes the RAs wouldn’t know it was there. The students in class wished they were in their beds, With visions of fried Oreos dancing in their heads. Tonight’s festivities would include a downtown jaunt, Mashups and dancing at our fave nighttime haunts. Papers and exams seemed so very far away, Kegs and eggs is how kids would choose to start their day. Friday would bring inflatables and the yummiest of food, A cappella performances would help complement the mood. Fling wouldn’t be complete without a funnel cake or two, Not to mention a trip to the Zete petting zoo. The DP’s Quad booth promised photos and more, Oh, there’s such well-deserved fun in store! The Green would be filled with lots of earthly delights, (Study the back of our insert so you don’t miss the sights.) When nighttime cometh, Akon would take the Fling stage, With the Guster boys in tow (check out our first insert page). But be wary, dear reader, of your Flungover state, Make good choices, drink water, be smart and be safe. And when Sunday comes, there is one thing you must do: Submit lots of Shoutouts, we want to hear from you! Stage Five Flinger, Julia
April 16, 2009 at 2:49 am

This week, my favorite pair of jeans died. RIP black ankle-length skinny jeans with the contrast stitching.
April 9, 2009 at 12:59 am

We love lists. We love making them, reading them, crossing things off of them. Each issue of Street starts with a story list and ends with a production checklist.
April 2, 2009 at 12:41 am

Every day professors tell us all kinds of crazy stuff that we are expected to believe, no questions asked.
March 25, 2009 at 11:29 pm

In an effort to make flying a little more pleasant this spring break, I decide to pack light. I threw a few sweaters, some jeans and a couple pairs of sneakers in a bag and headed to good ol’ PHL International.
March 19, 2009 at 4:32 am

My friend Kara’s favorite game is to ask new acquaintances to describe in explicit detail what they would eat (every meal and in-between snacks!) if this was their last day on Earth.
March 10, 2009 at 9:09 pm

I am a nomad. I have lived four different places in my not-quite-three years at Penn, not to mention the two summers I’ve spent in New York City dorms.
February 26, 2009 at 2:07 am

When I was the Ego editor way back in the fall of 2007, my co-editor Chloé and I came up with a slew of questions that we routinely asked our Egos of the Week.
February 19, 2009 at 12:16 am

With everything awash in red and pink during this most hallowed/dreaded of Valentine’s weeks, my thoughts turn to soulmates of the fictional variety, those people you just know you’re meant to be with… if only they were, you know, real.
February 12, 2009 at 12:37 am

Fact: Penn is an incubator for weirdos, myself included. I do all kinds of weird stuff. I won’t eat food kept in refrigerators.
February 5, 2009 at 2:33 am

“Isn't having a letter from the editor on the first page of your magazine self-indulgent?” This was the question I was posed last month by a fellow editor at a peer publication.
January 29, 2009 at 12:50 am

While some of you frolicked in Cabo or hobnobbed in Aspen, I spent most of winter break holed up in bed (thanks Streptococcus pneumoniae!) in the ’burbs of the Midwest.
January 22, 2009 at 2:13 am

BOOBIEZ!!!!! XOXO, Mark Zuckerberg
December 4, 2008 at 1:46 am

In the Cameron Crowe classic Say Anything…, Diane Court explains, “I have a theory of convergence, that good things always happen with bad things.” This moment marks for me such an intersection: today is the much-anticipated arrival of shoutouts and my last letter as Editor-in-Chief of this magazine.
November 20, 2008 at 3:06 am

The Social Ivy. We’ve all heard the phrase, whether during the tours we took of Penn as high school juniors or from our own mouths as we explain to non-Quakers why they should be impressed with our credentials.
November 13, 2008 at 2:41 am

Yes we did. Our votes counted, our voices were heard. For a Democrat like myself, Tuesday night was a true triumph.
November 6, 2008 at 3:06 am

Everyone knows what a large number of Facebook friends signify: you are popular. Or you're so deluded that you request friendships from random people who, in desperate need of appearing popular, accept said requests.
October 30, 2008 at 3:14 am

In 1995, the computer-generated marvel Buzz Lightyear voiced the mantra of our modern era: to infinity, and beyond!
October 23, 2008 at 2:32 am

It’s only when my parents make me decode my own speech that I realize how much of what we say is in the form of acronyms: there are Penn acronyms (DRL, UA, LT’s…), Internet-inspired acronyms (LOL, BRB, ROTFL) and acronyms for just about everything else (DMV, HSM…1, 2, and 3, USA). And floating within this acronym soup is the game that goes by the initials KMF: kill, marry, fuck.
October 16, 2008 at 2:13 am