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It's a well-known fact that Penn students don't get nearly enough sleep. And that's probably why the line at the Starbucks on 34th and Walnut generally extends out the door between classes. Without our caffeine fix, we'd be grumpier than McCain without his Geritol.
Upon leaving Hill this morning, my nose met with an unfamiliar and unwelcome stench. Why, I wondered, did our pristine campus smell like garbage? Were the freshmen from New Jersey that homesick that they had to defile Locust Walk with a trash mountain this morning? Was this comeuppance from the disgruntled former employees of the 40th Street McDonald's? Either way, as I approached the piles of trash outside Van Pelt, all I knew was that I almost preferred that funky SEPTA smell to whatever it was that was hitting my nose.
The final push at the end of the semester is a stressful time. The due date for the paper you've been putting off is drawing closer and your last midterms are finally in sight. Even if you don't have intense coursework, the thought of Thanksgiving with your family, which means the endless "What are you majoring in? Really? Wow. And what do you plan to do with a degree in (insert humanities discipline here)?", is enough to give you migraines.
If you've picked up your copy of the DP Thursday, you probably read about the single greatest thing to hit the Internet since Scrabulous: inSPOT.org. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, now you can remove all of the discomfort and unpleasantries from having to tell a former partner that your last encounter was a bit more lasting than either of you probably would have liked.
I'm proud to say that I've found something both Republicans and Democrats can agree on. And I can say this with some certainty because Fox News and I share the same opinion on this: Ralph Nader's political future is over.
Tonight, we say goodbye to what might be our favorite part of Election 2008: the media circus surrounding it. Indeed, there will be no more cheesy "Decision 2008" graphics, and we'll have to bid a fond farewell to colorful CNN commentators. So we thought we'd send them off with a bang, and thus, the Election Night Drinking game.
If the results don't satisfy Senator McCain tomorrow, he probably has a future in comedy. Seriously, his timing and delivery in the opening segment were really impressive. Especially in the way he counterbalanced the always-brilliant Tina Fey and managed to highlight the key points of his campaign in a humorous way.
If the election spam or the pesky voter-registration people weren't reason enough, I have now found one more reason I can't wait for Election Day 2008 to be over.
Most people view their clothes as an extension of themselves. That's why there are so many meltdowns on shows like How Do I Look? and our personal favorite, What Not To Wear? That's why we never said anything when so many of our friends went through that "punk" phase in middle school (you know, the one where they wore all those studded belts and jelly sex bracelets?); it was merely a manifestation of their desire to rebel against their parents by being extreme. What you put on in the morning provides an opportunity to make a unique statement about who you are (whether it be middle-aged vixen or conservative, folksy politician). And if the clothes make the initial statement, it's accessories that add a total flare.
Halloween is coming fast, and as we scrounge for costume ideas, our eyes wander to the oft-mocked genre of horror films. Sure, when you're younger, you want to be the scariest monster possible. That's why there are often vampires, zombies, and mummies in every group of trick-or-treaters. Youngsters love to stay up late and watch scary movies, much to the consternation of parents who must then frequently rush to their children's bedsides and check for monsters under the bed.
Where the hell is global warming when you really need it? Sure, maybe three months ago, we were rallying behind Al Gore and celebrating An Inconvenient Truth, but wouldn't that truth be awfully convenient today? Are we skipping over fall this year and heading right to winter?
I never thought a Facebook invitation would change my life until this showed up on my home page. Yes, ladies and gentleman, the BlackBerry team is coming to UPenn.
Lumping hundreds of years of a region or country's history into a semester is probably the single greatest failure of modern educational institutions. It's hard enough to remember everyone's name in one recitation, let alone the date of every Ottoman Sultan or Spanish king (especially seven Fernandos and five Felipes later). Add to this the daunting of important years and the multitude of seemingly-pointless JSTOR articles to be read, and even the most minor History exam suddenly becomes an immeasurable burden.
Ladies and gentleman, we've found the new Lolcats. Even though we know it's meant to be a political tool for the GOP, we cannot get enough of the Make-Your-Own-"Joe The Plumber"-sign Web site found on JohnMcCain.com. While our posts in the past may have suggested a certain political sway, we're certain that this fun little widget will reach across the aisle and enjoy at least 15 minutes of internet fame.
Welcome to Over It, in which we allow a disgruntled UTB contributor to rant at length about some thing or another. (How is that different from every other post on UTB, you ask? We're not sure!) Today, Michael Gold takes on that most odious form of footwear, Uggs.
So I, like some of you, watched Governor Sarah Palin's two appearances on Saturday Night Live. And even though I might not be a fan of her political stances, I have to say, it wasn't quite the disaster I'd expected.
Until this year, I'd been down on Saturday Night Live for a number of reasons (to name a few: it's lost its edge, the people on aren't funny or memorable, the writing hasn't been that original, all the big names up and left...). But the reintroduction of Tina Fey earlier this fall gave the show a new spark it desperately needed (a spark, if you recall, that was enough to make me overlook Michael Phelps' terrible job as host). A spark that seemed like it would never burn out and would result in ratings gold.
Apparently, the Ivy League has been wrought with celebrities this week. Emma Watson (Hermione from Harry Potter) made a trip to Harvard, Yale... and Brown. And yet not Penn. If that weren't enough, both Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher were seen at the Harvard admissions office (and no, we don't think Ashton Kutcher is going back to college anytime soon--though, lord knows he needs it).
As a transfer student, I have the lovely experience of not being a freshman while often getting treated as if I were (for the record, I didn't ask to live in Hill, and those upperclassmen choosing to live here again are crazy). But rather than dwell, I've used my social pariah status to study the ways of the first-semester freshman. You may think think that the giant scarlet "F" you felt like your were wearing on your forehead during NSO has disappeared as you settle into October, but there's still a lot to learn. Here are five of the most egregious errors.
While I watched the VP debate, I imagine a good number of you did not. After all, even though we Penn students pride ourselves on being intelligent, aware human beings, we couldn't help but wonder who thought to schedule a debate on a Thursday. I mean, really?