Sarah Beth McKay

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March 23, 2011 at 4:06 am

Disclaimer: This letter, this one right here, has been particularly difficult to write. In fact, even amidst all the term papers and stupid class blog posts and application essays, I've never dreaded writing something more. I set out, at the beginning of Thanksgiving Break, determined to compose the best last "From The Editor" to ever grace the pages of any publication — bold and poignant and touching and smart.
December 2, 2010 at 4:05 am

In a city where the cloud cover is often low and diffuse, yesterday’s sky of lofty, slow–moving and almost–purple clouds was a welcome change.
November 18, 2010 at 3:20 am

I feel drugged. Really, on a cloud, different–than–drunk, numb–to–the–world, drugged. And, as someone who (believe it or not) hasn't ever touched a drug beyond the Benadryl and Epinephrin required by a severe allergy to peanuts, I have to say — it's quite a fascinating state of being. This past week seems like a blur.
November 11, 2010 at 3:19 am

I was innocently sitting in my bed, procrastinating by reading an article on New York Magazine's Vulture about the female characters in Boardwalk Empire (I haven't managed to get through a single episode on On Demand yet). "…when women were more likely to be thought of as sex objects or mothers than equals…" Click.
November 4, 2010 at 3:54 am

Ohhh, Wawa Coke ICEE. It doesn't take a lot to make me happy. Really, all it usually takes is 22 ounces of you — or 32 ounces, if Wawa is out of the small bubble lids or it's icky and misty out.
November 2, 2010 at 10:50 pm

At around 5 a.m. on a particularly late night in architecture studio this past week, I deliriously announced to a room of several other archi–geeks, “I think it’s better in life to be silly and happy when on the brink of exhaustion than to be sad and cranky.” One responded, not so jokingly, “It’s only when you get silly and happy that we get cranky.” After nearly two and a half years of all–nighters together, the seniors in the architecture major are particularly close.
October 28, 2010 at 2:42 am

Dear Penn: you are a bunch of very forward–happy people. If we over at Street wanted to really, truly print a life–wrecking, gossip–inducing, controversial article, all we'd have to do is copy and paste half of the emails I’m regularly forwarded directly into Highbrow's Gutter.
October 21, 2010 at 3:14 am

Back in the days of AIM, my friend and I had a code. If I ever IMed him something sarcastic, I would alternate the case of the letters so as to make my tone absolutely clear; ‘I absolutely can’t wait for practice’ became ‘I aBSOlutELY cAN’t WAit fOR prACTicE.’ Maybe he was a tad behind in his ability to detect cynicism (he ended up at Princeton, after all), but the difference between how I write online or on my phone and how I write in Street or for papers has only grown since getting a BlackBerry and becoming obsessed with GChat. I’m not talking about abbreviations like ‘ur’ and ‘tho’ and ‘c u’ (So 2000!
October 14, 2010 at 3:47 am

I’ve spent the vast majority of this semester’s “From the Editor” letters complaining about how fast time moves.
April 22, 2010 at 3:44 am

I have recently decided that the trials and tribulations of college can be boiled down to one question: to go out, or to do work? It seems simple.
April 15, 2010 at 2:53 am

Here at the Street office, we have something called the time suck. It’s from 10 p. m. to 2 a.m., and within it, time simply disappears.
April 8, 2010 at 3:26 am

This is just a weird week. Jews went home for a while, and now aren’t eating yeasty things. KFP is an acronym recently incorporated into my vocabulary.
April 1, 2010 at 4:09 am

All of us have a means of escape. A way to leave this crazy Penn world, all the drama drama, drama and the work and the pressure.
March 25, 2010 at 4:40 am

The smell that hits you upon entering Kitchen Kapers, located just south of Walnut on 17th Street, is distinct if at first a tad confusing.
March 23, 2010 at 9:30 pm

You can tell a storm is coming when cows huddle up together. The faster a cricket chirps, the hotter the day will be.
March 18, 2010 at 2:56 am

Ah, the mid-semester crunch: the week or so before Spring Break when professors refuse to acknowledge the demands of other classes, TAs are overwhelmed to the point of becoming useless and Penn students become notably hermitic. It’s not so much that we never leave the house; it’s that we never leave our respective corners of the Penn community.
February 25, 2010 at 1:44 am

Most of my friends don’t know where the Charles Addams Fine Arts Hall is. “It’s the glass and brick building on 36th and Walnut,” I attempt to explain. “Annenberg?” “No.
February 18, 2010 at 4:38 am

I have never seen so much snow fall in an urban setting in my entire life. Not even close. Sure, I had snow days in high school — but in Atlanta, snow days mean a half-inch of winter white and a city of Southerners scared to drive while it’s flurrying.
February 10, 2010 at 11:30 pm

I'm all for supporting good causes, but there is little that gets under my skin quite like those pesky volunteers that stand on corners around campus soliciting money for various charities.
February 4, 2010 at 3:33 am