I would say "Welcome Back," but I feel like I never really left you. Wherever I went -- from the sidewalks of the East Village to the shores of the Bahamas -- you were right behind me, stalking me every step of the way. Like how I couldn't manage to enter a bar this summer without hearing Beyonce, ("Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh oh..."), nor could I go anywhere without running into someone from Penn. This summer, it turns out, was just another semester.
But now we're back and oh my God, it's like, totally weird to be a senior. Fortunately, our traditions here at Street provide some sense of continuity. As each year brings a new crop of freshmen to Penn, we at Street churn out another batch of Freshmen Superlatives. Just this past week, in my history honors seminar, we were reminiscing about the Class of 2004 superlatives. Shout out to "Abe Lincoln" and the "Asian Unabomber," everyone still knows who you are, which is more than the average sorority girl can say.
For any seniors who are worried about leaving Penn unknown, we have a new section, "Stijl" for you (that's "style" in Swedish for any non-Norwegians out there) where you can look to see if you have made our society page each week. If anyone finds themselves assaulted by the flash of a camera while stumbling home drunk from Smoke's one night, don't worry it's just the Street paparazzi. Personally, I'm completely over that. After you've graced the society pages of Hamptons Magazine you can't really go anywhere but down... what I'm saying is I was in Hamptons Magazine this summer. And I looked really good. Sort of.
To all the freshmen whose beautiful faces grace the page adjacent to this little note, remember: humiliating now = only mildly embarrassing in 2007.
