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Letter

From The Editor: 11.03.2010

Ohhh, Wawa Coke ICEE. It doesn't take a lot to make me happy. Really, all it usually takes is 22 ounces of you — or 32 ounces, if Wawa is out of the small bubble lids or it's icky and misty out.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 10.28.10

At around 5 a.m. on a particularly late night in architecture studio this past week, I deliriously announced to a room of several other archi–geeks, “I think it’s better in life to be silly and happy when on the brink of exhaustion than to be sad and cranky.” One responded, not so jokingly, “It’s only when you get silly and happy that we get cranky.” After nearly two and a half years of all–nighters together, the seniors in the architecture major are particularly close.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 10.21.10

Dear Penn: you are a bunch of very forward–happy people. If we over at Street wanted to really, truly print a life–wrecking, gossip–inducing, controversial article, all we'd have to do is copy and paste half of the emails I’m regularly forwarded directly into Highbrow's Gutter.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 10.14.10

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!

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From the Editor: 9.30.10

As a GRITS (that's Girl Raised In The South, obviously), sometimes it's hard living up here in cloudy, cold Philadelphia.

by 34TH STREET

From The Editor: 09.23.2010

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.

by 34TH STREET

From The Editor: 09.16.2010

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?

by 34TH STREET

From The Editor: 4.22.10

I’ve spent the vast majority of this semester’s “From the Editor” letters complaining about how fast time moves.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 4.15.10

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.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor : 4.08.10

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.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 4.1.10

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.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 3.25.10

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.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 3.18.10

You can tell a storm is coming when cows huddle up together. The faster a cricket chirps, the hotter the day will be.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 2.25.10

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.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 2.18.10

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.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 2.12.10

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.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 2.04.10

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.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 1.28.10

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.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

From The Editor: 1.21.10

A lot of people have really great stories about Y2K. And with the new decade and everything, these stories tend to come up.

by SARAH BETH MCKAY

Letter From The Editor: 12.10.09

To the Punchbowl: Whatever! As IF! Double loser with a twist! x 2 = YOU. XOXO Tiger Street

by SARAH AND ELIZABETH OLSEN