Aya Saed | Becoming an American
I landed at Dulles International Airport in Washington, D.C., in March 1999.
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I landed at Dulles International Airport in Washington, D.C., in March 1999.
Attacking Pakistanis with drones. Turning a blind eye on Syrians. Calling the Chinese cheaters. Oh, and how could I forget, the United States’ impending marriage with Israel, following our long-distance relationship.
Reflect, for a second, on the spaces on campus that have earned their way into your heart. Maybe it’s a fraternity, a religious center, a cultural center or even a college house.
One film. That’s all it took to spur thousands of protesters to take to the streets of Egypt and Libya, Armenia, Burundi, Kuwait, Sudan, Tunisia and Zambia. That’s all it took for a haunting group of armed men to kill the United States ambassador to Libya, Christopher Stevens.
Banners and flags waving, a conglomerate of shouting college students stood in the middle of the street. The women, with headscarves and stern expressions, were not willing to back down.
On Wednesday morning, I walked out of class only to find my friend sitting on College Green looking distressed. He told me a group of friends had just questioned his belief in Islam. They jokingly asked him why he subscribed to a religion that was so dogmatic and cruel.
When you signed on to attend Penn, you were probably really excited to immerse yourself in all that is afforded to you by this top-tier university. The caliber of academics, research, faculty — the list goes on. What you probably did not recognize was that for the next four years, you would be immune from a prejudiced justice system in your new city.
Exactly one month ago today, Trayvon Martin, a 17-year-old black male, was shot in his gated community in Sanford, Fla. He was on his way home, Skittles in hand. Martin was shot by self-appointed neighborhood watch George Zimmerman for looking suspicious.
When I was a child, I would always get upset with my parents for their constant need to monitor my actions, even though they had every reason to. They had heard from my teachers that I never paid attention in class. Once, they even caught me sneaking out of the house at 1 a.m. to play tag with my friends.
The disproportionate number of women in leadership positions is a problem at both the national and local levels — Penn is no exception. We applaud Ariel Koren, president of the Class Board of 2015, for earning an influential role on campus and for her conviction in a recent guest column that “every student here is perfectly positioned to effect a change.” However, to say that Penn is free of obstacles to female leadership is inaccurate and misleading. As leaders, we have all encountered obstacles specific to women in pursuing and fulfilling our roles.
During the Super Bowl, corporations paid an average of $3.5 million in exchange for 30 seconds of your divided attention. What glitz were we granted, you may ask? A sexy M&M telling us to eat her and swimsuit-clad supermodel Adriana Lima with a bunch of fast cars racing around her. In other words, absolutely nothing worthwhile or memorable.
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Two Penn researchers are combatting the problem of our society’s culture of obesity in an innovative way — by partnering universities with the community.