You’ve got two choices: chocolate or vanilla. If you really like pistachio, you can technically choose pistachio, but you’re still going to get either chocolate or vanilla, so you might as well choose between those two.
At Penn, liking chocolate means you fit in.
Slow Dance Chubby, Penn’s all–senior, face–melting, frat–entertaining, self–proclaimed “flagship” rock band has probably sent you way more Facebook spam about their new EP than you can comfortably tolerate.
Standing on the corner of 43rd and Market with my weight in canned food sitting like a ton of steel inside my housemate’s hiking–sized megabackpack, my spine caving into an awful kind of inverted “U,” I truly began to understand the concept of the sophomore slump.
The Devil Elevator (Van Pelt)
It’s a regular Sunday afternoon. You’ve just woken up, you’re still a little drunk and your backpack is bursting with overdue anxiety.
Drop the cat ears! Step away from the cultural appropriation! We’re all secretly pining for something a little more elaborate than a leotard with a tail, but no one wants a Mean Girls–esque fashion faux pas to ruin their holiday.
By day, Lakshmi Sivaguru is a champion of women’s rights, a dedicated television–viewer and an admittedly awful cook. By night, Lakshmi Sivaguru is Maria.
1. Lingerie + Animal Ears
As tempting as it is to spend your whole night quoting Karen Smith’s iconic phrase, “I’m a mouse, duh,” it’s probably time to upgrade the costume you’ve been wearing since “Mean Girls” came out.
Governor Mitt Romney recently announced that he would cut funding to the Public Broadcasting Service, specifically to shows like "Sesame Street," which has been running for upwards of 40 years.
Intimidating other giant football players by day and wimpy underage kids by night, offensive tackle and Blarney doorman/bartender Dan Saris majors in Molecular Biology, kicking ass and taking names.
When she’s not inadvertently posing for Hillel brochures, this Catholic Quaker Girl presides over Mortar Board and educates the next generations of TriDelts and 8th graders.
Throughout my time at Penn, I’ve amassed a truly unfortunate number of “that girl” monikers: “that girl who tweets a lot,” “that girl who makes sarcastic comments,” “that girl with the glasses,” to name a few.