Letter

Back in the days of AIM, my friend and I had a code. If I ever IMed him something sarcastic, I would alternate the case of the letters so as to make my tone absolutely clear; ‘I absolutely can’t wait for practice’ became ‘I aBSOlutELY cAN’t WAit fOR prACTicE.’ Maybe he was a tad behind in his ability to detect cynicism (he ended up at Princeton, after all), but the difference between how I write online or on my phone and how I write in Street or for papers has only grown since getting a BlackBerry and becoming obsessed with GChat. I’m not talking about abbreviations like ‘ur’ and ‘tho’ and ‘c u’ (So 2000!
October 14, 2010 at 3:47 am

As a GRITS (that's Girl Raised In The South, obviously), sometimes it's hard living up here in cloudy, cold Philadelphia.
September 30, 2010 at 4:40 am

You'd think. As a College student who splits her time between the architecture studio and the office of the arts and culture weekly you’re currently holding, you’d think I’d be able to avoid all of this OCR hullabaloo.
September 23, 2010 at 6:31 am

Transfer kids are everywhere. You know, those kids that join us from other institutions sophomore or junior year and complain every time you make too many references to the quad or freshman year NSO?
September 16, 2010 at 5:08 am

I’ve spent the vast majority of this semester’s “From the Editor” letters complaining about how fast time moves.
April 22, 2010 at 3:44 am

I have recently decided that the trials and tribulations of college can be boiled down to one question: to go out, or to do work? It seems simple.
April 15, 2010 at 2:53 am

Here at the Street office, we have something called the time suck. It’s from 10 p. m. to 2 a.m., and within it, time simply disappears.
April 8, 2010 at 3:26 am

This is just a weird week. Jews went home for a while, and now aren’t eating yeasty things. KFP is an acronym recently incorporated into my vocabulary.
April 1, 2010 at 4:09 am

All of us have a means of escape. A way to leave this crazy Penn world, all the drama drama, drama and the work and the pressure.
March 25, 2010 at 4:40 am

You can tell a storm is coming when cows huddle up together. The faster a cricket chirps, the hotter the day will be.
March 18, 2010 at 2:56 am

Ah, the mid-semester crunch: the week or so before Spring Break when professors refuse to acknowledge the demands of other classes, TAs are overwhelmed to the point of becoming useless and Penn students become notably hermitic. It’s not so much that we never leave the house; it’s that we never leave our respective corners of the Penn community.
February 25, 2010 at 1:44 am

Most of my friends don’t know where the Charles Addams Fine Arts Hall is. “It’s the glass and brick building on 36th and Walnut,” I attempt to explain. “Annenberg?” “No.
February 18, 2010 at 4:38 am

I have never seen so much snow fall in an urban setting in my entire life. Not even close. Sure, I had snow days in high school — but in Atlanta, snow days mean a half-inch of winter white and a city of Southerners scared to drive while it’s flurrying.
February 10, 2010 at 11:30 pm

I'm all for supporting good causes, but there is little that gets under my skin quite like those pesky volunteers that stand on corners around campus soliciting money for various charities.
February 4, 2010 at 3:33 am

So, you picked up Street. You’re probably sitting in class, not even trying to hide that you’re not paying attention to a single thing the professor says.
January 28, 2010 at 2:36 am

A lot of people have really great stories about Y2K. And with the new decade and everything, these stories tend to come up.
January 21, 2010 at 5:41 am

To the Punchbowl: Whatever! As IF! Double loser with a twist! x 2 = YOU. XOXO Tiger Street
December 10, 2009 at 3:53 am

This is my last editor’s letter. Ever. Even though Street is printing next week, by then the new board will have taken over and I will be completely washed up.
December 3, 2009 at 3:10 am

Oh, Shoutouts, you are a fickle mistress. Some people think you are too mean. Some people think you are too tame.
November 19, 2009 at 1:39 am

Last week I attended my first preceptorial ever. It’s not that I hadn’t wanted to go to one before this semester, but rather I was systematically shut out of every cheese-tasting, Barnes Foundation-going, ceramics-learning preceptorial imaginable for the past six semesters.
November 12, 2009 at 1:19 am