My friend recently interviewed Bing Chen, an extremely successful 2009 College graduate and a person I look up to as almost a role model.
Nearly all the town's buildings had been razed for scrap wood, and those that remained standing had either caved-in, or seemed to be held up by the dead trees rising besides them.
The trail began at the grounds of the Mesa Laboratory of the National Center for Atmospheric Research, a pink concrete building perched on the slopes of Green Mountain, near Boulder, Colorado.
Recently, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what it would take for someone of one political persuasion to ‘switch sides’. There’s a lot of merit to the idea that we, especially at Penn, restrict ourselves to ‘echo chambers’ where our communities and groups are just reflections of our own backgrounds and beliefs.
When I was younger, I wanted to be an author. I wanted to write short stories and plays and novels.
The rise of multiculturalism has created an environment where all backgrounds, and by extension all opinions, are given equal standing.
Sometime in 1999 my father took me along on his daily ride to work. He was a landscape architect and had been working on planting a rose garden in the backyard of a large, concrete house.
On June 5th, Amy Gutmann slapped her signature on an official statement reaffirming commitment to progress on climate change in response to Trump’s decision to pull the U.S.
I was struck by a conversation that my friend had the other day. Like me, she identifies herself as part of the “green” scene, someone who cares about and advocates for the environment on Penn’s campus.
I am throwing JFK a hundredth birthday party on May 29th. The signature drink will be the Jack & Coke; pun intended.
The one other time I wrote about my experience as the “DP Guy,” I mentioned that I grew up listening to The Clash.
I’ve spent four years studying philosophy, and all I have to show for it is a lot of uncertainty about life.
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. Actually, it was probably more worst of times, but who’s counting?
The Daily Pennsylvanian has a challenging road ahead.
The entire media industry is changing.
There’s nothing sadder than the final page of a book.
“LEAVE AND NEVER RETURN.” I would read those four words every day as I exited 4015 Walnut. Yet every day, I always returned.
On the night of Nov. 8, 2016, while the world watched the unexpected ascent of Donald Trump to the presidency, I had one mission: to put out a paper.
At The Daily Pennsylvanian, I aspired to share the best stories that the Penn community has to offer, to translate the hearts and souls of my peers into words on a page.
How do you say goodbye to a column that you’ve been writing for two years? How do you wrap it up, sum it up, just like that, when there is still so much more left to say, to reflect on, to think about?
When I took my first campus tour of Penn as a high school student, I fell in love with Locust Walk.