Dear Penn: Plant One More Japanese Zelkova, I Dare You
I’ve had it up to here with the way you handle your landscaping. Have you ever taken a look around Locust? It’s absolutely teeming with Japanese zelkovas.
Opinion
Nick the Librarian Actually Wise, Sage, and as a Young Man Was Quite the Devil
I was intimidated by your mastery of Franklin, Google Scholar, and all its derivatives. Most of all, I was fearful that you would prove to me just how little I know about books and sourcing them compared to you.
OP-ED: Include Amy Gutmann’s House in the Second-Year Experience
A select group of high-achieving, outgoing, white, male second years would be selected to board with Gutmann and her husband in their 13,975 square-foot house on Walnut. This would allow Gutmann to show solidarity with the sophomores, who must now overpay for a shared room with a hotel kitchenette.
OP-ED: I Ordered a Mango Dragon Fruit Refresher from Stommons and They Actually Gave It to Me
Never (never) have I been able to indulge in the sweet, elusive nectar that is the Mango Dragon Fruit Refresher.
I Love Exploring Philly. Have You Been to Parc?
Basically, what I’m saying is that I know how to appreciate living in Philadelphia. I explore, and sometimes I take pictures since I like to document the neat things I see.
Taking Econ? Sorry, Nerd, Me and My Friends Were Busy Being Sexy
You probably look up to Elon Musk, yeah?
OP-ED: Phew at Least We’re Showing up Late Together
Oh hey! Are you also heading over to class now? Sweet me too. I was worried I was going to be late, but you’re here too.
Op-Ed: Do My Roommates Have Terrible Taste in Music or Do I Just Hate Them
Picture this: I’m sitting in my room and I hear music through the wall, coming from the shared living space in this house. I wouldn’t describe the music as pleasant. In fact, it was absolutely heinous. Usually, I’m a pretty considerate roommate. Low maintenance. Chill. But if I have to listen to this playlist for another second of my life, I’m going to fucking lose it.
OP-ED: I Downloaded TikTok Because I Am a Sadomasochist
I now stare at my phone for hours, laughing at videos that are nearly identical.
To the Boy I Saw on Locust Reading a Book Called ‘the Laws of Murder’: Pretty Sure the Law Is ‘No Murder’
Seriously, name another law of murder. “Don’t murder”? “Stop murdering people”? “Murder is bad, don’t do it please”? They all boil down to the same thing, friend. I think you get where I’m going with this.
Top 5 Cool Philly Bars to Pretend You’ve Been to
Located in a converted bar, this place has it all: beer, wine. Sometimes people. But that doesn't really matter because you're not going to go.
Pro-Choice Move: Penn Is Freezing My Eggs with Sub-Zero Classrooms
The new health service, a result of an ongoing collaboration between Student Health and Career Services, has left me feeling immeasurably relieved. It has offered me solace and peace and has allowed me to get through my Econ seminar without worrying once about whether I’ll have old eggs when I’m at the peak of my professional trajectory.
OP-ED: I’m Writing a Creative Thesis and It’s All About Me
Thesis advisors everywhere will urge you to avoid topics you don’t fervently care about. “If you write about something you are deeply passionate about, this process will be a lot easier,” Professor Likehert tells her students. Then I thought, what more do I care about than myself?
Do You like My Leggings? I Bought Them at Lululemon, Full-Price
These sleek Wunder Under High-Rise Tight Snow-Washed Ribbed leggings are something else. You could say that they’re the height of athleisure.
Reminder: Police on Silly Segways Still Cops
It might come as a surprise that Penn’s security force is one of the largest private police forces in the country.
I Slept with My Professor and Got a Worse Grade
When I left, after a totally appropriate amount of time might I add, I thought all parties had an adequate experience, and adequate should be like a solid B I think.
OP-ED: I’m Sick of Getting Cock Blocked by Fall Every Damn Day
Sometimes, when the high is 67°, I feel a sense of hope. I get a semi for fall. I might even drink hot tea. But then, the next day it's back to a cesspool of heat and I am left sweating, flaccid, and with no release.
Oh Boy! Nick the Librarian Is Coming to Class to Teach Me Primary Sources Again
Every professor tells me the same thing about you Nick, that you’re a “great resource when writing a paper,” but let’s be real, when it’s down to the wire, I’m going on funfactz.com/great-depression to write my paper not Articles+ on Franklin.
So Do We Just Steal from Mark's Cafe Now?
Why in the world would I not just grab my Sushi and Red Bull and walk away?
