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Word on the Street

Penn's Toxic Culture Is Our Responsibility

 The environment on campus is ours to shape.

by JACKSON BURKE

What It's Like to End an Athletic Career

Walking away from something you love is never easy. Here's why.

by MICHELLE PEREIRA

How I Stay Sober at Penn

Religion and personal preference keeps me away from alcohol 

by ALIYA CHAUDHRY

Life After Death on Campus

We learn of losses through email.

by STEPH BARRON

Living with PTSD at Penn

I try to be kind to myself.

by ANONYMOUS

Sleep Deprivation Won't Cure My Depression

The mental fog rolled over often, shrouding the different lobes of my brain.

by ANONYMOUS

On Being a Photographer at Penn

A Life On the Periphery

by ISABELLA CUAN

I'm done hiding my sexuality to fit in.

For years, I have tucked my sexuality behind strands of my thick, blonde hair and the thread of preppy clothing.

by ISABELLA SIMONETTI

Mental Health is Hard Work

My depression isn’t sexy; it’s hard work and constant effort. 

by JAMIE GOBRESKI

Penn's Enforcement of the New Task Force Policies Is an Insult to Assault Survivors

Penn promised to protect us. It’s time we take the University to task. 

by DANI BLUM

Caught In Between Cultures

Too American to be fully Indian and too Indian to be fully American

by MANJARI GANTI

An Ocean Apart: Puerto Rico and Penn

"I will never quite feel at home on campus."

by GABY GOITIA

When You Realized You Loved Me Too Late

On confusing friendship, bad timing, and self–discovery

by ANONYMOUS

Crossing the Stage

When someone you love graduates, but your joint routines remain.

by CORNELL OVERFIELD

End the Silence: Sexual Assault Survivors at Penn Share Their Stories.



by 34TH STREET MAGAZINE

I Am Gender–Fluid, And Yes, It's Confusing For Me Too.

I don’t want to do this. I stood in front of our middle school locker room door, tugging nervously at my ponytail.

by ANONYMOUS

In the Summer, We Exist in Limbo.

Accepting that this time in my life has an expiration date enables me to live in it a little more.

by DANI BLUM

On Taking Our Time

When I first called CAPS last May, I didn’t know that I had an eating disorder, much less understand the extent to which recovering from it would shape the next year of my life.

by ELISE REYNOLDS

Speaking Without Complacency

Somewhere in this country, right now, there is a white supremacist, and I am quite literally his worst nightmare.

by DEBBIE RABINOVICH

Why I Love Greek Life at Penn and Want to See It Be Better

A Call to Action to the Greek Community

by CAROLINE OHLSON