You don’t have to fill every week. You don’t have to always be doing “something.” Summer isn’t a competition.
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We soaked in Philadelphia in all its brilliant, flashy, beeping, honking, waving, screaming, shouting splendor
One day not too far away, Locust Walk, which I trek up and down every day in mundane familiarity, will become a path of memories I can only trace in my mind.
The fall semester is just about to end and a lot has happened that has left lasting impressions and changes on this campus.
The city can widen our horizons, teach us lessons and help us develop a healthier view on life, society and our goals.
There is great education and adventure in taking classes in a subject that is not only foreign to us, but also challenges our fundamental assumptions and beliefs.
In general, how can student activist groups lobby Penn's administration effectively in order to promote change?
From freshmen to upperclassmen, student club member to club president — we all have our own “spheres of influence," no matter their size.
The politics of presentation and representation are complex and therefore it is crucial that as many voices as possible are heard.
Is Penn filling up too much of its classes through early decision? Should there be any changes to Penn's admissions policies with regards to early decision?
Instead of always spending time agonizing over how to boost the number of people attending our club’s next event, we should perhaps take some time to go to a friend’s concert or activity.
Gratefulness is a bit like a muscle — you have to use it or you lose it. It’s something you get better at with practice.
I refuse to dress my words up anymore, or play mind games with words. I want my words to be true.
This semester, I had second thoughts, but ended up registering for Korean again. Something keeps me going back.
I sometimes forget how wonderful inefficiency is, in a fast-paced environment like Penn’s.
The search for “home” and the need to belong often nags at the back of our heads and tugs at our hearts as we navigate our way through Penn.