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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.
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.
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.
*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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Every rising junior is forced to make the fateful decision of whether or not to study abroad. At the time, it seems there are infinite factors to consider.
We are Not–Penn–State. We encompass the Wharton School of Business. We are the first university in the U.S., one of the Ivy League and the hardest of cores.
I can’t get enough of our bespectacled founder, the man, the myth: Benjamin Franklin. It all started with my “Why Penn” essay when, like most of you, I Googled the heck out of this dude.
You’re in the final moments of your last Friday class, waiting for the minute hand to hit 50 so you can begin/continue drinking for the day and your weekend can officially begin.