Word on the Street
Street in the mid–1980s: ‘Under Pressure’
Sabrina Eaton remembers a stressful time as Street Editor–in–Chief in 1984.
Street in the Early 1970s: Getting off the Ground
Arnie Holland talks about what 34th Street means to him 50 years later, and how he helped get the publication into rackboxes all around Philly as Editor–in–Chief from Feb. 1970—to Feb. 1971.
Street in the Late 1960s: The Tumultuous Times That Gave Birth to Street
Bill Mandel reflects on his tenure as Street’s founding Editor–in–Chief in 1968 and 1969.
Street in the mid–1970s: ‘What’s in a Name?’
Lee Levine talks through his co–editor tenure in 1975 and Street’s move to a new office.
Street in the Early 1990s: Things I Learned That Have Helped Me Produce 'The Simpsons'
Matt Selman talks about how he became Editor–in–Chief of 34th Street, did an okay job, and bailed on journalism, but learned some things that really came in handy later.
Street in the Early 2010s: ‘Not Terribly Dramatic,’ but ‘Contagiously Fun’
2012 Managing Editor Joe Pinsker recalls Street’s not–so–distant past.
Street in the 1990s: It Was Fun to Be the Underdogs
Doree Shafrir (C' 99) still wants to know “Did you write for Street?”
Street in the 2000s: How Did We Get Here?
Ross Clark (C’04) wonders, ‘How did I get here?’
There's an Uprising in my Home Country—and I'm 2,000 Miles Away.
When the political climate in Venezuela started getting dangerous, living here became as much of a burden as it was a privilege.
Street in the 1980s: Delving into Philadelphia
Ellen Flax (C'86) considers her “second chance” on Street.
My Xanax Addiction Made Me Fear Everything
I never thought anti–anxiety medication would make me panic at the thought of leaving my room.
What Being Undocumented Taught Me About Being American
I am the physical embodiment of the fundamental American ideal that with hard work and perseverance you can achieve your dreams.
Reconciling College Life When Your Mom Has an Aneurysm
I have to remind myself that leaving my parents for a few months doesn’t mean I don’t care, or that I take all of it for granted.
Coming to Penn Finally Convinced Me of the Power of Meditation
“Inhale, exhale,” my mom used to tell me. Now, that’s what I hear whenever I close my eyes and take a break.
A Case of Misplaced Identity
For me, living at 'home' required a student visa.
Through the Looking Glass: Coming to Terms with my Diabetes
Grappling with a psychic's prediction and my own identity
Submit to Word on the Street This Summer
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How Losing Both My Parents Made Me Believe in Love
Making sense of my parents' passing.
Keeping my Ukrainian Heritage Alive at Penn
Being Ukrainian means more to me than pierogis and borscht.
