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Word on the Street: Housing My Concerns
A pre–frosh recently asked me what my least favorite part of Penn is. My immediate answer was housing.
by ALYSSA BERLIN
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Eating Up Our Time
There’s no denying that at a school like Penn every minute is working overtime, and even then there never seems to be enough time.
by AVA VAN DER MEER
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You're a Wizard, Harry
For the majority of my generation, the Harry Potter series conjures memories of magical childhood nights lined up outside of Barnes and Noble and heated debates about which Hogwarts house you would be in.
by ABIGAIL KOFFLER
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The Warmth of Privilege
I have, over the course of the last few years at Penn, occasionally left my jacket behind at a party.
by ADAM HERSH
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Doing it for the Insta
Your life, cropped and filtered.
by CONOR COOK & EMILY JOHNS
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My Summer Job Is Better Than Yours
Better than coffee runs and Bank of America.
by KATHERINE HARTMAN
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Word on the Street: Sometimes I Go To the Movies By Myself
And you can, too.
by CASSANDRA KYRIAZIS
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Word on the Street: Death, Meditations and Positivity
Remembering an alumnus, leader and friend.
by ROCHELLE SHEN
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Word on the Street: So I Fucked Up My Five Year Plan
At the beginning of this summer, I made a 78–item to do list. Tasks ranged from the mundane (email academic advisor) to the absolutely critical (bikini wax ASAP) to the unlikely to receive a check mark (run half marathon). The List (one of many) is part of my Five Year Plan, an ambitious—probably cocky—set of goals which include drafting a novel before turning twenty two, getting into a top law school, and deferring the offer for a year or two participate in a fellowship abroad that fuses human rights research with journalism.
by MARLEY COYNE
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Word on the Street: Life 101
I think our understanding of a “general education” needs an update. Living World and Formal Reasoning are, in theory, useful subject matters.
by NICOLE MALICK
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Word on the Street: Drag Me To Heaven
It’s 1 a.m. on Thursday morning and I’m sandwiched between a mirrored wall and four drag queens at a booth in an empty gay bar.
by ALEXANDRA STERNLICHT
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Word on the Street: The Lucky Ones
Last Thursday, Penn released its regular admission decisions for the class of 2018. Only 9.9% of the 35,868 applicants were accepted.
by CLARE LOMBARDO
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Word on the Street: An Hour of Our Own
Penn breeds Winners. Every hour of every day, we’re Achieving and becoming Leaders. And it never stops.
6–8 a.m., we’re competing for the title of “Woke Up Earliest to Do Homework.”
9–11 a.m., the game is on for “Has Too Much Class to Eat Breakfast.”
12–3 p.m., “Spent the Longest Amount of Time at Pottruck.”
4–6 p.m., “Too Much Volunteering to Eat Dinner.”
7–9 p.m., “Finished Lab Report Before Pregame.”
10–12 a.m., “Took Most Shots Without Blacking Out.”
1–3 a.m., “Stayed Out the Latest, No FOMO.”
4–6 a.m., “Slept the Least.”
We just can’t stop competing, against our friends and ourselves.
by ANASTASIA LYALENKO
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Word on the Street: Our Better Half
We didn’t ask for this to be easy. We didn’t come to Penn looking for a relaxing four–year spring break.
by PATRICK FORD-MATZ
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Word on the Street: Sharing Semen
Walking out of VP on Saturday afternoon, I had five new Grindr messages. Booyah. Three messages were from an old “professional type” looking for a twinky college boy, and the others were from a steamy grad student in the School of Design.
by ANONYMOUS
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Word on the Street: Four
[Trigger warning: Rape and Sexual Assault]
Yesterday I turned 20. If we’re talking numbers, mine is 22.
by ANONYMOUS
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Word on the Street: Picture Imperfect
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I struggle with depression.
by EVE BOWERS
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Word on the Street: I'm Your Crazy Girlfriend
“Don’t ever, ever call me again, you low–life scum, you trash!” I hang up with finality, promising that this is the last time I break up with my on–again, off–again “boyfriend”—at least, that’s what I think I’m supposed to call him.
by KIMBERLY LU
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Word on the Street: What's my Age Again?
“Are you a freshman?” I slurred through a vodka cranberry haze as I flirted with the first hot guy I met during NSO this semester.
by ARIELA OSUNA
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