In the fall of 1993, Jahmae Harris, a then-senior here at Penn, received a frightening phone call to her dorm, the DuBois College House.
Who is Michael Zinman? The name might sound somewhat familiar to about half of the Penn population.
This past Sunday, I released my first ever episode of The Kiki Podcast Series on black excellence and self-love.
Just before spring break, I went to the Philadelphia 76ers and New York Knicks basketball game on a trip sponsored by my dorm.
If you know me you know that one thing keep me laughing every day: Twitter memes. The best part about this is that practically every month or week, a new meme dominates Twitter’s social feed.
Today the word “radical” — sometimes spelled with a capital R — may inspire fear in the hearts of many.
Obamacare is a disaster. This has become an unavoidable reality in recent years. In Michigan and Colorado, for instance, premiums are increasing at rates of 16.7% and 20%, respectively.
The primary aim of any large-scale government program is not to save money. Social Security does not aim to reduce the deficit.
My friend says that “studying abroad is learning how to shame yourself.” I would like to amend that statement by saying, firstly, that I never needed to learn how to shame myself.
A cold wind rushes through the cabin as passengers bundle themselves up in whatever thick clothes and blankets they can find.
College campuses around the country have experienced a slew of violent protests against invited speakers, as students protest guests they deem unworthy and prevent them from sharing their views.
Recently, the Student Committee on Undergraduate Education conducted a survey to shine light on the growing demand for an expanded half-credit course system here at Penn.
I was watching one of my brother’s baseball games over spring break when a parent asked me why I wasn’t living it up in Florida or Puerto Vallarta or some other tropical location with my friends.
This past week, I participated in an Alternate Spring Break trip to Hendersonville, North Carolina, where we spent the week working with Housing Assistance, a local organization that helps with home repair for people in poverty.
Throughout the week, we had the opportunity to help repair roofs around the community, visit local sights and eat lots of great food.
I went through a phase growing up when I was really into the saying “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” I’m not sure where I first picked it up, but it had just the right amounts of flippant attitude and pseudo-profundity that young James was really into.
I’ve been happy lately — really happy — and when I’m happy, I don’t want to write.
It’s unfortunate, this sensation.
As you might have noticed, the news media has spent much of the past two years focused, seemingly solely, on the comings and goings of a certain Penn alum.
If you type the word “expectations” into your search bar, the first suggestion that comes up is “expectations versus reality.” The search yields endless memes that attest to the vast discrepancy between what we expect the result of something to be and its actual result.
I have failed in college. A lot. I’ve been rejected from more clubs than I can remember. I’ve been turned down from countless jobs.
Much has been said and written about Penn’s pre-professional culture, but to me it seems like an inevitable and natural product of Ben Franklin’s emphasis on a practical education.