As a misanthrope, there’s a truth I’m beginning to accept, and that is that my day is made better by the kindness of strangers.
I received a lot of well-meaning advice and aphorism in my early college years: “early to bed ...” and “beer before liquor ...” among other things.
The month of silence mandated by the monk class will be over by the time this column is in print.
On November 21, the conservative activist group Turning Point USA announced their latest creation: the Professor Watchlist.
I’m a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the collection of superhero movies including titles like Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, and The Avengers.
While everyone was buying sweaters 50% off at their local mall this weekend and eating turkey sandwiches for breakfast, lunch and dinner, my parents and I were having our first honest talk about depression.
I wasn’t depressed until I came to Penn, so I never had to tell anyone about it until now.
Writers like me get a lot of mileage out of poking fun at college students making big deals out of fairly minor ethical transgressions. Doing that with integrity, however, requires retaining the ability to tell the difference.
The delivery of racialized threats to a number of black freshmen was no minor transgression.
First, I’d like to acknowledge that I was wrong. About a month ago, I published a column about what I called the lazy voting epidemic. People use gut-checks, self-identification and emotional appeals to dictate their vote, and that can cause real problems when it comes to the outcome of emotionally charged elections.
“So how’s school going?”
After the hello’s and how-are-you’s, those are probably the first words you hear from everybody you see when you go home for break.
I’m not sure if it was because of my general air-headedness, or a product of the post-election fallout, but for whatever reason, I completely forgot to sign up for courses by the end of advanced registration.
When the Supreme Court ruled affirmative action constitutional earlier this year, it did so based partly on the long-held belief that there exist “education benefits that flow from diversity.” Even people who oppose affirmative action as a policy generally agree with this premise.
With the racist GroupMe messages targeted towards Black students, with the fear and mistrust that certain minorities groups have felt over the election and with the deepening of rhetorical divisions between political factions, it feels like the time to reform, rise and react has come upon us. The rallying cry demands healing.
If you have been paying neurotic attention to blockbuster releases recently, you may have noticed that there have been seven major superhero movies so far this year, many of them major box office successes.
In the question of how it should regard unaffiliated single-sex social clubs, Penn seems poised to “do a Harvard.” It shouldn’t.
As anyone who has been following higher-education news for the past six months probably knows, the years-long conflict between Harvard College and the handful of independent single-sex social clubs to which many of its students belong reached a denouement last spring.
Up until now, I have always been silent about my political views. As an Asian American woman, I was taught by my parents to work hard and keep my head down to achieve success.
This past week has objectively been full of intense emotional and mental turmoil. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my newsfeed so consistently full of such long statuses written by so many people.
Trump’s election represented a great blow to the forces of progress in America, as the American electorate chose a politics of short-sighted, reactionary hatred. But it also represents a great opportunity.
It’s easy to take food for granted. Most Penn students either have a dining plan or can afford to purchase food from one of the numerous restaurants or grocery stores around campus.
What love means
“We can not be free until they are free”
There is no simple explanation — and therefore no simple solution — for the tragedy that is a Donald Trump presidency.
America, I am sick to my stomach. I am distraught. I am heartbroken.
I am worried.
Let’s step back, as an emotional reaction is not always a useful indicator of things.