It’s tough to think of people other than your love du jour over Valentine's Day. But if you prefer the Peace Corp to petunias, check out this week’s selections from the Human Rights Watch Film Festival.
The Class of 1923 Arena that houses Penn’s ice rink is unknown to most students. Straddling the end of the Walnut Street Bridge on 31st Street, it’s a hulking, faded brown building outshined by luxury apartments across the street.
Weather.com informed me that last Friday afternoon would be “18 degrees, feels like 1.” So I bundled up in six layers and proceeded to class in College Hall, where I removed four of them in response to Facilities’ overzealousness with the classroom heaters.
It’s been relatively easy to bash Whartonites and their ilk over the past several weeks. “Look at those fat cats on Wall Street, with their $60 million severance packages,” everyone from the crazy guy next to the Button to The New York Times has sniffed.
The teen movie is like the irksome little sister of the film industry. It's there and sometimes it can be entertaining, but for the most part, life would be a lot less annoying if it would stop talking so much and quit reading your diary.
If the phrase "student film" makes you think of last night's exploits splashed across YouPorn.com, you haven't embraced the Greater Philadelphia Student Film Festival (GPSFF). A contest for Philadelphia-area university students, the festival gives awards in five different categories.