Word on the Street
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.
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.
All Dried Up
It’s been almost four years of midterms, finals and more papers than I’ll ever remember writing.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Pencils Down
Last Friday night, a mere 12 hours before I would sit for the impending doom that is also referred to as the LSATs, I called my mom for the requisite night-before-the-exam confidence booster.
Not Your Fifth Grade Fundraiser
When I was in elementary school, one of my favorite parts of the year was pre-Christmas fundraiser season.
NSOverrated?
New Student Orientation: the best week of the academic year. Giant parties, free (albeit watered-down) booze and no nagging schoolwork to ruin all of your fun.
