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(12/13/17 1:31am)
Here’s something to do on the (rare) bright days in the months to come. If you sit at the perfect angle in the Van Pelt amphitheater, at the perfect time — two hours before sunset is a good bet — and you look southwest, towards the Wistar Institute, you’ll be treated to a faceful of sunlight streaming through the (mostly bare) branches above you. It’s far more than my eyes, at least, can handle; I always have to look away after a few seconds. But to have to squint in the middle of winter is a wonderful, warm feeling.
(12/12/17 1:05am)
GROUP THINK is The Daily Pennsylvanian’s roundtable section, in which we throw a question at the columnists and see which answers stick. Read your favorite columnist, or read them all. If you would like to apply to be a columnist for the Spring semester, please fill out the columnist application here.
(12/02/17 7:00pm)
It’s nearly the end of November, which means I’ve got about a month to finish 4,975 books to meet my goal in Goodreads’ 2017 Reading Challenge. The goal was 5,000 — intentionally unattainable.
(11/16/17 3:01am)
“Are you going home for Thanksgiving?” This is the question I’ve gotten the most over the past month. Before this year, yes, I did go home (pre-Thanksgiving flights to Texas, unfortunately, have only gotten more expensive with time). But though I’ve been home every year of my life for Thanksgiving Day, I have never been privy to a real Thanksgiving.
(11/09/17 4:33am)
I’ve had a planner every school year, since (at least) third grade. Initially, these planners were of the school-provided sort that my parents had to sign each night, showing that they understood my assignments. Once teachers let us deal with assignments on our own, I began to pick out my own planners. I started with the cheapest available ones from Target (palm-sized, perfect for the amount of work assigned in middle school), and eventually graduated to a knockoff Moleskine that I used as a bullet journal.
(11/02/17 3:48am)
It’s been a rough week. In my experience, the first week of November is always this way. It’s finally been chilly for more than two days in a row, there are barely any light filters into my apartment anymore and my cacti are slowly turning yellow, wasting away — did you know they could do that? I didn’t. I find myself, more often than not, staring at them from the couch for lengthy periods of time, feeling very sorry.
(10/26/17 1:41am)
I’m turning 20 today. And Hillary Rodham Clinton is turning 70.
(10/12/17 3:55am)
My mother, for as long as I can remember, has urged me to befriend more of my fellow Indian-Americans, particularly Hindu ones. It’s for my own good, she says — even more so now that I’m in college, where it’s so easy to get lost, but also so easy to find other Indian-Americans. “What if we don’t have anything in common?” I say. “You always have your culture in common,” she replies, and I can never argue much with that.
(09/21/17 4:09am)
The change.org petition that famously (or perhaps infamously) made the rounds on Facebook Sunday night — entitled “The Ability to Have a Social Life at Penn” — has 2,380 supporters at the time I write this.
(09/14/17 2:14am)
Whoever said “it’s about the journey, not the destination” had never been entrusted with the herculean task of picking out a film on Netflix for themselves.
(09/07/17 2:43am)
The second-worst question on any application, the one that always makes my heart sink, is perhaps the single most common one: “Which extracurricular organizations are you involved in?” (The worst question is the one that inevitably follows: “Which leadership positions have you held in these organizations?”)
(08/31/17 1:19am)
As I stand at the counter of a restaurant in Germany, counting out change, the proprietor notices I can’t quite speak the language and asks where I’m from. “Texas,” I say. Even here, there’s rarely a need to clarify — and sure enough, he nods knowingly. “George-Bush-Staat!”
