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Word on the Street

Dear Penn, I Hate Society.

I walked in to room 329 of the Anthropology department a little late on the first day of classes. Sure, it was a little unsettling that everyone around me looked prepubescent, but I just assumed I was feeling a little more senior than usual. It wasn’t until the professor asked how we were finding freshman year that I realized: I was in a freshman seminar.

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Popping The Penn Bubble

“When is it appropriate to say hello to someone because they’re wearing a Penn sweatshirt?” I asked a friend this summer while we ate dinner at a sidewalk cafe in New York.

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I Don't Wanna Grow Up

April has been a month of lasts. Last week, I suffered my final round of college midterms. This past weekend I took my last day stumble through a Flinged-out Quad.

by REBECCA GREENFIELD

To Fling Or Not To Fling?

There is nothing like a spell of clement weather to bring out the uncompromising Brit within. Every day I wake up with Al (as in Roker) and depend on his soothing voice to dictate my choice of attire and more importantly, my mood.

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Politics Schmolitics

Last week at our Passover Seder my family got into a political discussion (read: screaming match). Someone brought up Israel and before you knew it Grandma was foaming at the mouth yelling something about Palestine.

by REBECCA GREENFIELD

Census Sensibility

I’m a census nerd. I always have been. Plenty of people love the Constitution, so I don’t really understand why there aren’t more losers like me.

by SARAH FELDMAN

All Dried Up

It’s been almost four years of midterms, finals and more papers than I’ll ever remember writing.

by JULIETTE MULLIN

Safe Haven

The end of spring break means different things for different people. For some, it’s a chance to venture through West Philadelphia without a heavy jacket again.

by WILL BASKIN-GERWITZ

Word On The Street

ChatRoulette is completely insane. When you press play and your web cam turns on, you enter a land of utter and complete crackpot madness.

by PAUL RICHARDS

Word On The Street

When I tell people that I’m from Buffalo, NY I get two inaccurate responses: “that’s cool!” and “it’s cold there.” These people have never lived in Buffalo because it is neither cool nor cold.

by REBECCA GREENFIELD

In-toner-able Cruelty

I walked into a seminar last week and no one had any paper. We’d all read the PDF’s uploaded to Blackboard, but no one had bothered to print them out.

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Street Walker

I look both ways before I cross the street. Twice. No, this is not a metaphor for a paralyzing fear of the world, nor is it a commentary on the nature of Philly cab drivers.

by ANNETTE DONOFRIO

Back In Black(Berry)

You know that Ego of the Week question, “There are two types of people at Penn …”? Well, after a little social experiment I took part in these past couple of weeks, I would divide Penn into BlackBerry users and everyone else. It’s no surprise that smartphones took over campus long ago, but I didn’t realize the ubiquity of the BlackBerry in particular until I suddenly found myself without.

by JULIA RUBIN

A Forgotten Dream?

If I had a nickel for every time a Penn student complained that classes started the week before Martin Luther King Day, I could stop using BURSAR.

by REBECCA GREENFIELD

Speaking Out

When I was a freshman, my Intro to Sociology professor began a lecture with the following question: “By a show of hands, how many of you agree with the statement ‘I am a feminist?’” In a room of over 100 students, only three hands went up.

by CHARLOTTE BORGEN

Swine '09

I didn’t go to class last week. A disclaimer: I’m not one of those people — the kind who view lectures and seminars as obstacles to “experiencing college.” I love my classes.

by KRISTEN FRANKE

The Long Walk Home

If, like me, you are silly and female, then you most likely walk home alone in the dead of the West Philadelphian night.

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Because Who Doesn’t Want a Corsage?

When I think of Homecoming, I don’t necessarily think of football games or seeing old friends. I don’t think about tailgating or special alumni receptions or anything related to Penn, really. I think of high school dances. You know what I’m talking about.

by PAUL RICHARDS

Fuck Opportunities

Remember R. Kelly’s soulful jam “I Believe I Can Fly”? It was really big circa 1996. 1996, now that was a good year.

by REBECCA GREENFIELD

Hell Yes, Man

I have several nicknames — none of them good — that I would like to share with you: Negative Nancy, Pessimistic Polly, Debbie Downer and Fatty McLovehandles.

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