Word on the Street
Turning Feelings into Friendship
"And I found that you’re way more fun when I’m sharing weird Tinder screenshots and groovy memes with you than you’d be if we were anything more than friends."
We're Not Dating Anymore, But I Still Love Him. Just Differently.
"Sam is the best friend I always wanted and finally have, and I love him."
Microcosm/Macrocosm/Megacosm
It is 8:43 a.m. and we walk to the Wawa in silence.
A Bumble Date That Actually Went Right
"I felt like this may actually be what adult dating was."
Thinking About the Future When You're About to Leave
“What if I turn on the light and you’re not there anymore?”
I No Longer Feel Like I Am a Burden
"He kept me afloat and, more importantly, he kept me alive in a time where I saw not even the smallest value in myself."
My Dad was Deployed in Baghdad. For a While I Didn't Know What that Meant.
"The official flower of the military child is the dandelion—for a reason. It can grow anywhere, adapt to any situation, and most importantly, is almost impossible to destroy."
I (Haven't) Met my Husband at Penn
"I’m still peddling that age-old excuse… no, no I’m just too busy for a relationship."
Black Coffee
"Maybe my body loves me a little less, but I’m learning to love me a little more."
My Crohn’s Disease Won't Define My College Experience
Exploring the day–to–day struggles of having a chronic illness in college
All I Did at Penn Was Get By. I'm Okay With That.
A soon–to–graduate urban studies major on defining her own success.
My Search for Passion: On Searching Instead of Settling
A second semester senior embraces her lack of a planned–out future in an excited hopefulness for the unknown.
Tell Your Story with Word on the Street this Semester
WOTS is Street's home for first-person narratives by and for Penn students.
A Balancing Act: Being Black, Gay, and Female
From homophobia within the black community to white feminism and more, intersectionality was more than a textbook term for me.
Growing Up, I Distanced Myself From My Judaism. The Pittsburgh Shooting Changed That.
I realized that the hatred others had for Jews scarily resembled my own subtle self–hatred.
Choosing Abstinence in College Left Me Excluded
I came to Penn expecting acceptance. Instead, my lifestyle is still being mocked.
Surviving an Abusive Relationship
After being manipulated and assaulted, it took me years to heal. But I know now that I deserve better.
Searching for a Queer Social Scene at Penn
My experience with fostering queer community, before and after PiLam.
Why I Left Wharton to Study English
It wasn’t a popular or practical choice. But it was the best choice for me.
