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“I guess you could call me a Caligula,” she once said.
Upon returning to campus, I visited my old friend to dust off its smooth, vandalized sides and to caress it.
Basically, I was born to account. For things. And that’s why I transferred to Wharton.
“Econ is definitely on my mind right now. I don’t know, the whole study — the field itself — is so interesting to me, you know?”
“Wait, how many girls do you have with you?” *rips juul* “Eh…Take a lap, guys.”
I am MicKinsey's, and McKinsey's mine.
Pity us, noble Scene King, ruler of our lands. We worship you and would be honored to kiss the soles of your fucking overpriced shoes, worn simply to flex.
Listen, I’m not here to convince anyone since no one really agrees with my P.O.V., but, as I am here with a platform that can help aid my personal agendas, I say a second Pret is what this campus needs.
Spruce Street is her refuge, the path for those on this campus who crave a shred of anonymity. Protecting her from the sight of others, her Penn cap says it all: “yes, I’m a low-key bitch. And, you’re also right — I do go to Penn.”
It didn't have anything to do with the fact that I had a hard time finding an internship the summer before.
I enjoy how batshit scared all of you are of the cold — of a crispy, red leaf gently falling onto your Barbour coat.
Students dartied in their most festive gear, but no one came out stuntin’ harder than Wharton junior Derek Harthman.
Not only am I paying for writing sem — I also couldn't be paid Gutmnan's salary to complete my peer review by tonight.
He subsequently tilted the handle over the side of her thigh and let the vodka dribble down and seep into the now disinfected wounds.
In response to the news, Penn’s Interfraternity Council members, representatives from fraternities across campus, released a joint statement denouncing WCBS’s blatant disregard for students’ mental and physical wellbeing.
mean, sure, being a lawyer would be cool. I guess. But, bro, let’s be real. That is hella work. Applications, recs, LSATs, etc. I can’t even get my UTB articles in on time.
My destination? The womb of this campus: baby quad.
"Since I don’t inhale, the more times I take a smoke break or short walk around the block, the more fit I’m getting."
I guess I could just stop by the ITA desk and get it done in a night, but I don’t want to be shady. He should be begging me to get on his wifi.