Concerned sophomore: I’m really nervous about passing out in a bush tomorrow.
Harvest bartender: You hit the tip of my wiener.
Sassy senior: Mom, you need to stop captioning your photos with #yolo.
Judgmental SDT sister: She totally waxes her own back.
4 a.m. fears rarely stand to reason in the morning light. The irrational insecurities that race through your brain, colliding like cars on the Autobahn, slow down as the sun comes up.
It’s Hallo-coming at Penn this weekend, so in the spirit of the holiday, remember: a haunted house may scare you, but being in the Round Up will haunt you forever.
This week Highbrow collected actual questions asked during Penn admissions tours. Let us guide you through what you need to know and what's actually relevant.
They say that the best drug dealers don’t look like drug dealers. As an upper–middle–class white girl, my little side business has lifted more than a few eyebrows. But I’m no Walter White—I’m just a low–key drug dealer.