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.
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.
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.
Looking for the perfect brunch spot can be difficult, especially in West Philadelphia. There are base specifications that local brunch locales regularly fail to meet, but Northern Liberty’s Honey’s Sit ‘n Eat fulfills them all.
As she hauls in a box of dusty Motown records, the DJ formerly known as Condom Lady situates herself inside the WPEB studio preparing for her Saturday afternoon radio show.
During a typical week at Penn, you might see two people outside of our age bracket (read: LPS students). We’ve become so accustomed to wrinkle-free faces that even those black-suited OCRers look (kind of) like college students.
My fondest memory of my Bat Mitzvah is the car-ride to the service with my brother. Instead of bestowing advice, my brother initiated me with Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers).
While I should have been reviewing Bat Mitzvah tunes, the album’s second cut — “Shame On A Nigga” featuring Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Method Man and Raekwon the Chef — blasted through my ears.
New Student Orientation: the best week of the academic year. Giant parties, free (albeit watered-down) booze and no nagging schoolwork to ruin all of your fun.
Spending most Friday nights of my childhood watching late-night TV, all knowledge I have of blind dates comes from the most painful dating show ever: Blind Date.