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Word on the Street

Word on the Street: Admitting is the First Step

If you were to poll the average female Penn student on her study techniques and procrastination methods, I assume she would, reluctantly, admit to high volumes of Facebook stalking, online shopping, perhaps a little Netflix and some New York Times for the sake of being informed.

by COLETTE BLOOM

Word on the Street: Late to the Party

One text message just changed my life.

by 34TH STREET

Word on the Street: OCR for a Film/English Major

After analyzing gender dynamics in Eliot’s Daniel Deronda, I left my 19th Century Lit class and went home to retrieve my slightly oversized suit jacket.

by NICK STERGIOPOULOS

Word on the Street: Netflix Has Taken Over

It all started out so innocently.

by MICHAEL GOLD

Word on the Street: Home Alone

My name is Tucker Johns, and I live by myself.

by TUCKER JOHNS

Word on the Street: Emphasis on the Study

"Did you have, like, the time of your life?” When I tell people that I studied abroad last semester, this is the near–unanimous opening question.

by TUCKER JOHNS

Word On The Street

Joke Issue: Thoughts by Cholly Knickerbocker Yesterday evening, in what can only be proclaimed as an offense against my rather placid senses, a certain co–resident of mine — a man who we in the Quadrangle are ashamed to call one of our own, although he shall remain unnamed — disdained me for foregoing the traditional shirt and cummerbund combination in favor of the slightly marvelous backless waistcoats, seen on Savile Row this past year.

by 34TH STREET

From To–Dos To To–Dones

The other day a friend tweeted “What if I wrote one page every day for my 20 page paper due Dec. 21?

by 34TH STREET

Carp My Diem

So I’ve never registered for classes during advanced registration before. No, seriously. I’ve always miraculously either slept through advanced registration or procrastinated to the point of Real–Housewives–of–D.C.–reunion–show oblivion, and watched advanced registration period become a blip in the distant past.

by 34TH STREET

Word On The Street: 11.11.10

On Thursday, October 14th, popcorn saved my life.

by 34TH STREET

Word On The Street: 11.04.10

Seven months away from graduation, and I’m starting to stress about leaving the comfort of the Penn nest.

by 34TH STREET

I Pledge Allegiance

I suppose I should begin this tirade with an admission. Despite the fact that I am in possession of a rather acute British accent, and despite the fact that I am constantly extolling the virtues of my Middle–Eastern background, I am, well, an American.

by 34TH STREET

In Search Of My El Dorado

As a Californian, I’ve been made pretty happy here by the sheer novelty of Ivy League architecture and the concept of seasons.

by 34TH STREET

Word On The Street: 10.14.10

I’ve gotten to the point in my college career where it would be wholly more efficient and cost effective if I just kept a constant intravenous flow of caffeine straight into my bloodstream.

by 34TH STREET

Word On The Street: 9.30.10

When you go out, do you: a) have fun with your friends, or b) snap pictures on your cell phone to post on Facebook?

by 34TH STREET

Dear Penn, I Hate Society.

I walked in to room 329 of the Anthropology department a little late on the first day of classes. Sure, it was a little unsettling that everyone around me looked prepubescent, but I just assumed I was feeling a little more senior than usual. It wasn’t until the professor asked how we were finding freshman year that I realized: I was in a freshman seminar.

by 34TH STREET

Popping The Penn Bubble

“When is it appropriate to say hello to someone because they’re wearing a Penn sweatshirt?” I asked a friend this summer while we ate dinner at a sidewalk cafe in New York.

by 34TH STREET

I Don't Wanna Grow Up

April has been a month of lasts. Last week, I suffered my final round of college midterms. This past weekend I took my last day stumble through a Flinged-out Quad.

by REBECCA GREENFIELD

To Fling Or Not To Fling?

There is nothing like a spell of clement weather to bring out the uncompromising Brit within. Every day I wake up with Al (as in Roker) and depend on his soothing voice to dictate my choice of attire and more importantly, my mood.

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Politics Schmolitics

Last week at our Passover Seder my family got into a political discussion (read: screaming match). Someone brought up Israel and before you knew it Grandma was foaming at the mouth yelling something about Palestine.

by REBECCA GREENFIELD

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