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Word on the Street

Word on the Street: Victoria's Secret

“That’s it?” My first and only boyfriend stared with dismay at my pale, exposed 32A boobs. That was the first time I let a boy take off my bra.

by ALEXANDRA STERNLICHT

Word on the Street: Things You Can't Black Out

“Mommy’s on the floor and she won’t get up.” Normally, I’d be mad at my sister for interrupting my homework, but on an otherwise regular Wednesday night of my junior year of high school, I knew that her tear–stained cheeks and panicked words overrode the importance of my A.P.

by 34TH STREET

Word on the Street: Taunted, Not Teased

At some point during my freshman year, I found myself alone with a guy I’d just met. He had dark hair and eyes, I think, and his name was a generic one I soon forgot.

by MARLEY COYNE

Word On The Street: Sisters (Should Be) Doin’ It For Themselves

This was written as a response to a previous Word on the Street, which can be found here.  Yes, America is changing its thoughts on marijuana.

by 34TH STREET

Word on the Street: In Defense of Potheads

Admittedly, I started on this train of thought while I was high. The eating–Doritos–in–bed–alone, binge–watching–"Family Guy"–on–Netflix type of high [ed note: is there another kind?]. The fact that a lot of my peer group (basically my entire peer group) smokes weed is not news.

by 34TH STREET

Word on the Street: Blame it on the Adderall

Coming to Penn, we were curious about three things: Sex, alcohol and drugs—mainly, Adderall.  The sex part was obvious.

by JACK SAVVY

Word on the Street: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Swipe Right

Tap photo: mutual friends, mutual interests—swipe right. Tap photo: no friends, no interests—swipe left.

by ALEX HOSENBALL

Word on the Street: iPhone–solation

This past summer, I was just one of a thousand eager Penn students interning in New York. Four trains—and an hour and a half of smelling body odor—later, I commuted to the Brooklyn–based office from my boring Jersey suburb to gain “experience” and seize “opportunity.” I learned the ropes of tri–state area public transportation, hustled through the corporate crowds of Wall Street and hopped across the East River to be among the hipsters of Park Slope.

by GINA DECAGNA

Overheard at Penn: 9.12.2013

Sad girl: I might have slept with two Penn Illusionists.

by 34TH STREET

Word on the Street: Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner



by JULIA LIEBERGALL

Word on the Street: Gone But Not Forgotten

In the late spring of my freshman year, while poring over my Math 114 notes in one of those tiny "study rooms" in the Quad, a senior from my Italian class came parading down the hall.

by EMILY BRILL

Word on the Street: An English Major Walks into a Bar…

Two summers ago, I found myself at a soccer game with a high school friend, her friend from college, who I’d never met, and his father.

by KILEY BENSE

Word on the Street: Please Don't Touch That Art

“OMG! What is that!?” is a question I hear too often in dimly lit bars and frat house living rooms.

by ROSA ESCANDON

Word on the Street: Who Run the Fling (Girls)

There are many fields that men continue to dominate, even after years of progress for feminism and equal pay for women.

by BEN LERNER

Word on the Street: Red Fish, Blue Fish, Me Fish, You Fish

At the end of every day, I frantically hop into bed. The next day, I’m likely to repeat this routine.

by MICHAEL SHOSTEK

Word on the Street: Tough Love

So there’s this guy.

by SAM HILL

Word on the Street: I Think I Know You From Somewhere

Welcome to Penn, where students overlap in webs more complicated than that gross hook–up diagram from "Jersey Shore." Forget six degrees of separation.

by ABIGAIL KOFFLER

Word on the Street: A Rude Awakening

Almost three years ago, right before I first came to Penn, the "good luck" and "bon voyage" that I had been hearing all summer from friends and other well–wishers turned into “don’t party too hard!” and “remember, school comes first!” I quickly learned that Penn is wildly known as “the Social Ivy:” the Ivy most affiliated with partying. I have never been a partier, but I was curious to see the fantastic and potentially debauched social establishments for which my school was apparently famous.  So, in the beginning of freshman year, my friends and I did as the Romans do: we stood outside frat houses and waited to be invited in. During the last party we went to that fall, a friend and I left disinterested after only fifteen minutes.

by OLIVIA RUTIGLIANO

Word on the Street: The Big Picture: Instagram

Three times in the past week I have been accused of hating everything. Lena Dunham’s “Girls”? Hate it.

by IAN BUSSARD

Word on the Street: New Year's Resolutions

New year, new me, new Highbrow. Highbrow knows that all of you lovely Penn kids take the start of a new year and semester in stride and use the opportunity to change something about yourself. And we wanted to know just what resolutions you guys had in store for the new year. So we asked and here are your responses:

by 34TH STREET

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