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After flying fifteen hours from Beijing to Philadelphia, Wendy Han (W' 19) was greeted in her freshman dorm in King’s Court with a uniquely American form of culture shock: football players. They made up at least half of her floor.
The police officer told him he should have been dead.
I traced my finger over his name a few times. Sampson.
The room—loud with music and reeking of beer—was bright enough for Holly Li (W ‘18) to realize that almost all of the mostly–white fraternity brothers had brought dates who were Asian. It was a little after midnight, and she had just arrived at the on–campus fraternity’s house after a date night. She noticed there was a similar concentration of Asian women at past fraternity functions—by her count at least a third of the dates were always Asian women. As her date left to join the crowd circling the beer pong tables, Holly sank into the upholstery of a dingy couch. One fraternity brother sat down next to her.
Drew Stone (E ‘17) entered the world of Bitcoin in 2013, before most self–identifying financial experts. Purchasing his first bitcoins wasn’t a shrewd market calculation. He was a senior in high school, and he bought $200 worth of Bitcoin because a website offered 20% off an XBOX video gaming system with the purchase.
It's April 14th, 1989. Heidi Tandy (C’ 92) keeps rum and champagne in her room. She doesn’t throw parties there; she lives on the first floor of Warwick in the Quad, too close in proximity to the Task Force patrol (Ed. note: no, not that task force). This year, the name of the game is discretion. Her fellow freshmen sip liquor from soda cans down near the Baby Quad.
“This store is weird,” says a longtime FroGro worker, rearranging a shelf full of Pampers. It gets weirder at four in the morning.
English PhD student Aaron Bartels–Swindells played a lot of rugby and basketball growing up. When he was a child he had three teeth knocked out during a game. He got them replaced, and he was fine.
In the photo, Isabella Yu (W’21) and three friends stand against the silver wall and the bead curtain at Center City’s RUMOR nightclub, their arms around each other. It’s Halloween and Isabella is dressed as a bumblebee, complete with striped leggings, yellow suspenders and off–kilter antennae.
“Klaus Neuenberg is a clown associated with several premier German circuses. He specializes in juggling and unicycling. He does not write this blog.” Nor does he attend Penn. But Charlie Sosnick (C ‘19) does.
Every winter, hundreds of freshman girls zip up their coats and rush the eight Panhellenic sororities at Penn. Isabella Simonetti (C '21), who is also a columnist for the Daily Pennsylvanian, was one of these freshmen. She wrote about her week of sorority rush for Street.
“Fifty–eight thousand babies were murdered in there last year! Their blood is on your hands!”
During finals season, Penn buzzes with a stress so potent it electrifies campus. Hoards of students make a temporary home out of Van Pelt and hustle down Locust Walk with their heads down, tucked into winter coats. Isis Trotman (N ‘20) was one of those students, indecipherable among the blur of Penn students rushing to finish their exams. When finals season released its chokehold on campus, students Ubered to airports and train stations to head home for winter break. But after suitcases were thrown into car trunks, doors were locked, and roommates bid farewell, a blanket of calm settled over campus—along with a blanket of snow.
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