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Crisp sourdough bread, kale, and roasted mushrooms flavored with black garlic vinegar and pickled mustard seed. Soft–shelled cavatelli pasta made with parsley cream cheese and tossed with skillet–seared eggplant. Warm slices of olive oil cake garnished with fresh figs, with a side of fior di latte gelato that adds a pure, sweet aftertaste.
It’s 4:15 a.m. on a Thursday when Heewon Kim (C’22) jolts awake to the first of nine alarms. Groggy from two hours of sleep (better than last semester, when she used to pull all–nighters), she tiptoes around her still–slumbering roommate. The sky is still pitch black as she gets ready for the day and heads to her hall lounge, her “Warrior Knowledge” manual clutched in her hand.
On Monday, March 18, at 8 p.m., the Social Planning and Events Committee (SPEC) released the lineup for the 2019 Spring Fling Concert: Miguel and J.I.D.
Each weekend, Hyuntae Byun (C ‘20) bikes 30 minutes to Old City, walks into The Franklin Fountain, puts on a bow tie, and gets ready to work. At the old–timey ice cream parlor, he spends hours scooping ice cream from stainless steel tubs into waffle cones for a constant stream of strangers.
In the morning of Friday, Feb. 22, Claire Sliney (C ’21), a former beat reporter for The Daily Pennsylvanian, went to class until 11 a.m. By 1 p.m., she was headed to the airport for a 3:55 p.m. direct flight home to Los Angeles. But this wasn’t an ordinary visit.
It is the summer of 2016, I am fifteen and, like everyone else who has ever traversed through adolescence, I am knee–deep in an emo phase. My playlists cycle through the same artists who comprise the emo canon—My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco—and I beg my parents for Warped Tour tickets with desperate fervor. I mold myself to fit the stereotype of the misunderstood teenager so well, save for one detail: I am Hispanic, and Hispanic girls aren’t allowed to like punk music.
It was a week after Hurricane Maria hit Puerto Rico, and Emmanuel Suarez Acevedo (E’19) thought his parents might be dead. He spent “every waking moment looking up information on Puerto Rico to see if they heard anything about my hometown, seeing images of my hometown completely destroyed. Places that were just a two minute drive away from me, completely flooded, that [made me] wonder … ‘Is my house completely flooded? Are my parents literally underwater right now, waiting for someone to find their bodies?’”
In her senior year of high school, a time when most of us were only beginning to dream up what possibilities the future would hold, Claire Sliney (C ‘21), a former beat reporter for The Daily Pennsylvanian, was in the midst of a project that would eventually land her a win at the 91st Academy Awards.
“My vagina was green, water soft pink fields, cow mooing sun resting sweet boyfriend touching lightly with soft piece of blonde straw,” Kennedy Crowner (C ‘22) sings.
Essay Contest Winner: Learning to Feel Beautiful
“Ban Chiang Project!” That day in July 2005, the voice on the other end of the phone caused her to do a double–take: “This is the Department of Homeland Security looking for Joyce White.”
Former Street editor–in–chief Nick Joyner went to the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah. Now Nick’s back to fill us in about all the hottest indies coming out this year.
The day before the government shutdown, Louis Lin (C ‘20) updated his voicemail:
Barry Grossbach likens Philadelphia today to the “wild, wild west.” A lot has changed since he moved in 1970 to Spruce Hill, a neighborhood of 19th–century mansions just west of Penn’s campus.
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