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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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.
The end of spring break means different things for different people. For some, it’s a chance to venture through West Philadelphia without a heavy jacket again.
When I tell people that I’m from Buffalo, NY I get two inaccurate responses: “that’s cool!” and “it’s cold there.” These people have never lived in Buffalo because it is neither cool nor cold.
I look both ways before I cross the street. Twice.
No, this is not a metaphor for a paralyzing fear of the world, nor is it a commentary on the nature of Philly cab drivers.
You know that Ego of the Week question, “There are two types of people at Penn …”? Well, after a little social experiment I took part in these past couple of weeks, I would divide Penn into BlackBerry users and everyone else.
It’s no surprise that smartphones took over campus long ago, but I didn’t realize the ubiquity of the BlackBerry in particular until I suddenly found myself without.
When I was a freshman, my Intro to Sociology professor began a lecture with the following question: “By a show of hands, how many of you agree with the statement ‘I am a feminist?’” In a room of over 100 students, only three hands went up.