loss is an unintentional decline in or disappearance
of
a value rising from a contingency
a value is an efficacy a power a brightness
it is also a duration
-- David Antin, "Definitions for Mendy"
If I am to pass on the wisdom amassed in my time alive -- and, as a senior who took a year off before I even started college, I'm old enough to be some of your mothers -- the most important thing I can say is this: life is all about the contingencies.
To the girl in line in front of me at Mark's Cafe who threw a tantrum because an employee neglected to put soy milk in her Mocha Javalanche: The composition of your afternoon's beverage should not be that important to you.
Attention "Penn" students (if that is your real school name): you are being misled by the malicious slanderings of a vagabond ninnypacker with hipster glasses and a working mother.
Sometimes I feel like I just don't belong. See, I straddle this dual existence, a dichotomy if you will, where I'm all clean and prep on the outside but soul-shredding head-banger in my core.
It's about 2 a.m. during the last night of N.S.O., and I'm walking home with my roommate. As we pass the dueling tampons on Locust, these two freshman ruffians cross our path and call us names.
Michael Brett Kind is a Sophomore in the College, hailing from Chicago, well not actually Chicago, but pretty close to it, like a suburb, that's kinda north but not quite a part of it.
According to the U.S. Center for Disease Control, six out of 10 Americans are either overweight or obese, but have you ever noticed how these same large and in charge Americans are obsessed with Disney's Winnie the Pooh?
In response to the Penn application essay question, "Why do you want to go here?" I theorized that by default, Philadelphia is the best city for a university ("DC is corrupted by politics, NY by crime and Boston by college students and rats"). Now that I'm a couple of semesters of college closer to not being in college, I'll very soon be picking another city.