Admittedly, I started on this train of thought while I was high. The eating–Doritos–in–bed–alone, binge–watching–"Family Guy"–on–Netflix type of high [ed note: is there another kind?]. The fact that a lot of my peer group (basically my entire peer group) smokes weed is not news.
Last week Highbrow brought you the story of one generous Penngineer’s attempt to Venmo a homeless woman her child support payment. We tracked her down—this is her side of the story:
It’s officially fall and you know what that means: it’s time for Amy Gutmann to start walking around campus in her peacoat, looking like a majestic Mary Poppins.
Welcome back, kiddies. Did you have a nice Yom Kippur? Highbrow did. While most of campus made a mass exodus back to Long Island and North Jersey, we were here: watching, waiting, commiserating.
We hear you blew more than the shofar.
Some frats house more than free alcohol and somewhat attractive guys. Highbrow brings you all the famous frat decorations you may have overlooked. If walls could talk...
If Facebook is where we post pictures that show us at our hottest, Snapchat is where we expose our eight chins and third nipple to our friends for three seconds.
This past summer, I was just one of a thousand eager Penn students interning in New York. Four trains—and an hour and a half of smelling body odor—later, I commuted to the Brooklyn–based office from my boring Jersey suburb to gain “experience” and seize “opportunity.” I learned the ropes of tri–state area public transportation, hustled through the corporate crowds of Wall Street and hopped across the East River to be among the hipsters of Park Slope.