Word on the Street

It’s happened to the best of us. You spend the evening chatting it up with someone in your hall/suite/living unit and end with that fateful question: “Hey, what time do you have class tomorrow?” The other person answers: “10 a.m.” You obviously start at 10 and pose the question: “Hey, wanna walk over together?” The person nods excitedly and your plan is set. Stop right there. That was a terrible idea.
September 20, 2012 at 5:46 am

It was 2 a.m. when I got off the plane in Kolkata, India, and immediately I noticed two things: the heat, which was almost suffocating, and the condition of the airport, which consisted of only two gates.
September 13, 2012 at 5:19 am

I loathe my summer birthday. Especially since coming to Penn. Take last summer, for example: my mom asked me what I wanted to do for my 19th birthday, which at the time was coming in a few weeks.
April 12, 2012 at 5:19 am

I blame my parents. They’re emotional wrecks. My mother has no "average" setting. She’s always manically happy, severely depressed or feverishly angry.
April 5, 2012 at 5:29 am

The Word on the Street column often ends with some sort of inspirational conlusive statement. This one was going to end with praise of the concept of “discovery”. In a fit of inspiration, I decided to skip the actual article.
March 29, 2012 at 5:19 am

I promise I’m not a freak and that I have at least a basic–to–intermediate grasp on social interactions.
March 22, 2012 at 5:39 am

All I’ve seriously ever wanted from a bus ride is to lean back in my seat, close my eyes and concentrate on hoping no one can hear that I’m listening to the same Simon & Garfunkel song on repeat. I’m not sure if it’s because no one is ever this lucky, or just that the Gods of Transportation hate my guts, but peaceful bus trips are few and far between.
March 15, 2012 at 5:47 am

Before Penn, I can’t remember the last time I had a boring friend. I’m not talking about the kind of boring defined as “not interesting,” but rather the kind of boring friend who’s content with just watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days on your couch on a Friday night, while the rest of the world is at an Avicii concert.
February 23, 2012 at 5:23 am

It all happened so quickly. I absentmindedly opened my browser to check my email and there it was on People.com.
February 16, 2012 at 5:50 am

[Please see ed. note at bottom of post] I have given myself a mission. Nope, it’s not to finish my freshman year with a 4.0, nor is it to use all my meal swipes by the end of the semester, nor is it even to successfully get into Smoke’s.
February 9, 2012 at 5:13 am

They’re only three little words, but they can say a lot. I’m not talking about “I love you,” or “Who’s your TA?” or anything else with such obvious (and earth–shattering) meaning.
February 2, 2012 at 5:45 am

I’m always the most awkward around new people. I feel the need to point out every personal flaw I have, which usually reverts back to my horrible taste in just about everything.
January 26, 2012 at 5:38 am

I’m only a freshman, but newborn and noobish as I may be, I like to think I’ve figured some things out about this place.
January 19, 2012 at 5:24 am

*This article is a part of the the Fall 2011 Joke Issue: Real Housewives of 34th Street. As any true housewife knows, husbands are an essential part of maintaining the super fab, luxurious lifestyle that goes along with the title of being a real housewife.
December 8, 2011 at 2:27 am

My favorite time of the week is one most Penn students reserve for nursing their hangovers. If it’s 10:30 on a weekend morning, you can often find me dressed, downtown and drinking.
December 1, 2011 at 6:35 am

There are a few things that nobody told me when I decided to cut off most of my hair. I was never informed that my pixie cut would result in serious bedhead every morning.
November 10, 2011 at 5:00 am

I have not one, but two, My Heart Will Go On dance remixes on my iPod. I consider Amanda Bynes to be my spirit animal and I think the fact that The Devil Wears Prada isn’t on Netflix streaming is a crime against humanity.
November 3, 2011 at 6:00 am

The primary elements of Halloween are: costumes, spookiness, candy and contact with strangers. Candy is okay.
October 27, 2011 at 6:55 am

As children raised by Wiccan parents who celebrated Samhain in lieu of Halloween for the first 18 October 31sts of our lives, we at Lowbrow want to make up for lost time and salvage any remnants of a proper childhood while we still can.
October 27, 2011 at 6:20 am

I eavesdrop constantly for overheards.
October 20, 2011 at 4:26 am