Word on the Street

Coming to Penn, we were curious about three things: Sex, alcohol and drugs—mainly, Adderall.  The sex part was obvious.
September 26, 2013 at 5:26 am

Tap photo: mutual friends, mutual interests—swipe right. Tap photo: no friends, no interests—swipe left.
September 19, 2013 at 5:00 am

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.
September 12, 2013 at 5:42 am

Sad girl: I might have slept with two Penn Illusionists.
September 12, 2013 at 5:00 am

April 18, 2013 at 5:12 am

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.
April 11, 2013 at 5:39 am

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.
April 4, 2013 at 5:23 am

“OMG! What is that!?” is a question I hear too often in dimly lit bars and frat house living rooms.
March 28, 2013 at 6:08 am

There are many fields that men continue to dominate, even after years of progress for feminism and equal pay for women.
March 21, 2013 at 5:14 am

At the end of every day, I frantically hop into bed. The next day, I’m likely to repeat this routine.
February 21, 2013 at 5:19 am

So there’s this guy.
February 14, 2013 at 5:05 am

Welcome to Penn, where students overlap in webs more complicated than that gross hook–up diagram from "Jersey Shore." Forget six degrees of separation.
February 7, 2013 at 5:11 am

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.
January 31, 2013 at 5:45 am

Three times in the past week I have been accused of hating everything. Lena Dunham’s “Girls”? Hate it.
January 24, 2013 at 5:00 am

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:
January 17, 2013 at 5:43 am

I always feel like somebody's watching me
December 6, 2012 at 5:02 am

There are firemen in my kitchen right now. They’re here for the second time today and the fifth time this week.
November 29, 2012 at 5:57 am

I’m hopeful every self–respecting senior has, as I do, a bucket list.  I have neither the space nor chutzpah to enumerate my personal bucket list here.  For those who don’t have one, take comfort in knowing that mine is too long and mostly impossible and any points of completion will surely offer little solace when it actually comes time to graduate.  In thinking about how best to utilize this column to cross something off my bucket list, however, I would like to issue a formal search warrant for my apparent doppelgänger, Tanya. If it wasn’t necessary to the comprehension of this story, I would hide the fact that I frequent Einstein’s pretty regularly.
November 15, 2012 at 5:51 am

You’ve got two choices: chocolate or vanilla. If you really like pistachio, you can technically choose pistachio, but you’re still going to get either chocolate or vanilla, so you might as well choose between those two. At Penn, liking chocolate means you fit in.
November 8, 2012 at 5:48 am

Standing on the corner of 43rd and Market with my weight in canned food sitting like a ton of steel inside my housemate’s hiking–sized megabackpack, my spine caving into an awful kind of inverted “U,” I truly began to understand the concept of the sophomore slump.
November 1, 2012 at 5:34 am