It’s not in Philadelphia that I will write my magnum opus or cure my own common cold, but in a place unknown to man.
From the GSRs, the Wharton students who book them can see every non-Wharton student, but these second-class citizens will never know whether or not they are being watched.
Whatever happened to DEI?
“OMG bitch, he’s so into you!” I reply.
Eat a burger, you sick fuck.
Clearly, this is a call to action. The entire club turned and looked at one another. We knew what must happen.
We return to fantasy not to forget, but to remember: other futures are possible.
Please stop this madness.
Malaise is the Pantone color of the year. Use that in a sentence today.
"Persnimmon?” What the fuck?
Et tu, Brute?
She was colors and light. She was clouds and trees. She was the water my mother drank while we were in her womb. We are twins, could you have guessed?
Read a poem. Write a poem. Make the mistake of starting something new.
Maybe it was about the friends we made along the way.
Although this event of biblical importance happened over two months ago now, its impact on human life will forever and always be marked as a measurement of excellence and achievement.
The 75-year-old professor emeritus was repeatedly asked what classes she was taking next semester, mistaken for an undergrad.
I may not know who JP Morgan is but trust me, my size 2 waist is the real investment.
Usually, you’d say “Sorry, I don’t have any cash on me.” Can’t pull that shit now!
The oppressed majority.