From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography isFrom Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andFrom Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beFrom Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingFrom Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for aFrom Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorsFrom Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesFrom Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. My friend who viewed the tape with me was appalled and frustrated. "No one gives a flying fuck about learning," she cried. Couldn't have said it better myself. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. My friend who viewed the tape with me was appalled and frustrated. "No one gives a flying fuck about learning," she cried. Couldn't have said it better myself. I have seen an incredibly pathetic amount of excitement over academics from the student body in my four years at Penn. Sure, they do the work -- spending 10 hours in the library at a go, pulling all-nighters, perfecting papers and reading, reading, reading. But they don't care about learning. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. My friend who viewed the tape with me was appalled and frustrated. "No one gives a flying fuck about learning," she cried. Couldn't have said it better myself. I have seen an incredibly pathetic amount of excitement over academics from the student body in my four years at Penn. Sure, they do the work -- spending 10 hours in the library at a go, pulling all-nighters, perfecting papers and reading, reading, reading. But they don't care about learning. It's all about the grade. It's all about the resume drop. And, oh honey, it is all about that jobFrom Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. My friend who viewed the tape with me was appalled and frustrated. "No one gives a flying fuck about learning," she cried. Couldn't have said it better myself. I have seen an incredibly pathetic amount of excitement over academics from the student body in my four years at Penn. Sure, they do the work -- spending 10 hours in the library at a go, pulling all-nighters, perfecting papers and reading, reading, reading. But they don't care about learning. It's all about the grade. It's all about the resume drop. And, oh honey, it is all about that jobinterview. Now that's college. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. My friend who viewed the tape with me was appalled and frustrated. "No one gives a flying fuck about learning," she cried. Couldn't have said it better myself. I have seen an incredibly pathetic amount of excitement over academics from the student body in my four years at Penn. Sure, they do the work -- spending 10 hours in the library at a go, pulling all-nighters, perfecting papers and reading, reading, reading. But they don't care about learning. It's all about the grade. It's all about the resume drop. And, oh honey, it is all about that jobinterview. Now that's college. It's the cursed irony of education. We may have a higher concentration of people who areFrom Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. My friend who viewed the tape with me was appalled and frustrated. "No one gives a flying fuck about learning," she cried. Couldn't have said it better myself. I have seen an incredibly pathetic amount of excitement over academics from the student body in my four years at Penn. Sure, they do the work -- spending 10 hours in the library at a go, pulling all-nighters, perfecting papers and reading, reading, reading. But they don't care about learning. It's all about the grade. It's all about the resume drop. And, oh honey, it is all about that jobinterview. Now that's college. It's the cursed irony of education. We may have a higher concentration of people who aregenerally thrilled about what they're learning, the exchanging of ideas and the quality feedback. We also have a higher concentration of pompous asses who want their degree for the paper to frame and hang. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. My friend who viewed the tape with me was appalled and frustrated. "No one gives a flying fuck about learning," she cried. Couldn't have said it better myself. I have seen an incredibly pathetic amount of excitement over academics from the student body in my four years at Penn. Sure, they do the work -- spending 10 hours in the library at a go, pulling all-nighters, perfecting papers and reading, reading, reading. But they don't care about learning. It's all about the grade. It's all about the resume drop. And, oh honey, it is all about that jobinterview. Now that's college. It's the cursed irony of education. We may have a higher concentration of people who aregenerally thrilled about what they're learning, the exchanging of ideas and the quality feedback. We also have a higher concentration of pompous asses who want their degree for the paper to frame and hang. So I've concluded the Penn video is an ultra-scam. Kids that took it at all seriously have quietly turned into cynics, bitter at education. Now it turns around and bites them in an editorial column. Well deserved, I might add. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. My friend who viewed the tape with me was appalled and frustrated. "No one gives a flying fuck about learning," she cried. Couldn't have said it better myself. I have seen an incredibly pathetic amount of excitement over academics from the student body in my four years at Penn. Sure, they do the work -- spending 10 hours in the library at a go, pulling all-nighters, perfecting papers and reading, reading, reading. But they don't care about learning. It's all about the grade. It's all about the resume drop. And, oh honey, it is all about that jobinterview. Now that's college. It's the cursed irony of education. We may have a higher concentration of people who aregenerally thrilled about what they're learning, the exchanging of ideas and the quality feedback. We also have a higher concentration of pompous asses who want their degree for the paper to frame and hang. So I've concluded the Penn video is an ultra-scam. Kids that took it at all seriously have quietly turned into cynics, bitter at education. Now it turns around and bites them in an editorial column. Well deserved, I might add. Despite all my rantings, grumblings and complaints about our University, I really don't think it's a bad place to be. There are a lot of totally cool things about our school. It just seems the people who put together our video didn't know that -- or didn't want incoming students to know. From Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. My friend who viewed the tape with me was appalled and frustrated. "No one gives a flying fuck about learning," she cried. Couldn't have said it better myself. I have seen an incredibly pathetic amount of excitement over academics from the student body in my four years at Penn. Sure, they do the work -- spending 10 hours in the library at a go, pulling all-nighters, perfecting papers and reading, reading, reading. But they don't care about learning. It's all about the grade. It's all about the resume drop. And, oh honey, it is all about that jobinterview. Now that's college. It's the cursed irony of education. We may have a higher concentration of people who aregenerally thrilled about what they're learning, the exchanging of ideas and the quality feedback. We also have a higher concentration of pompous asses who want their degree for the paper to frame and hang. So I've concluded the Penn video is an ultra-scam. Kids that took it at all seriously have quietly turned into cynics, bitter at education. Now it turns around and bites them in an editorial column. Well deserved, I might add. Despite all my rantings, grumblings and complaints about our University, I really don't think it's a bad place to be. There are a lot of totally cool things about our school. It just seems the people who put together our video didn't know that -- or didn't want incoming students to know. I tried to get a copy of the tape they sent out to the class of 2001 to see if anyone bothered toFrom Sarah Giulian's, "From Under My Rock," Fall '97 A funny thing happened the last time I was home: I found an old video that I needed to see immediately. It was "The College" tape -- sent to me promptly after acceptance when I was 17 years old and anxious about what Penn would be like. A video to assuage my every fear. Though filmed in the mid-'80s (assumedly by every students' attire), the videography issomething to behold. It captures our campus in the height of fall when the Walk is painted in fiery orange andgold and the Green is scattered with pages of bright leaves. I almost didn't recognize it. The story is brief and the point, not obscure:"The University of Pennsylvania is not the right place for a student who is not interested in the real world...for a student who has no initiative...who doesn't want to reach out and beeducated." In other words, Penn is not a place for the unmotivated. Ah yes, apparently we are an institution in love with learning. The students here are thrilled with their majors. We love our research. We love our seminars with the president of the University. We are eternally grateful to be able to take classes in the Wharton school. We spend our time engaged in poetic discussions on philosophy, chemical equations, art history and math. The professors love teaching at Penn because the students have inquiring minds and loads of initiative. But wait, the video informs us --that's not all! We're also just a few blocks from the exciting heart of Philadelphia, a city that offers us a highly acclaimed symphony orchestra, jazz clubs,playhouses and art museums. We're also a few blocks from Wizzards, but I guess they wanted to leave the strip clubs out.Actually, they chose to leave quite a few things out. "The College" video is enough to make any pre-frosh's heart ache. If it fills each incomingstudent with hope, I guess it's done its job. But every one of those kids is being set up for alet-down if that's what they think college will hold. Of course, we are encouraged to thirst for the knowledge our classes, projects and professorshave to offer and to stop by the symphony every few months. Some people actually do. But most people I know would rather stop by a place with good beer on tap, pick only classesafter noon that aren't on Fridays to attend 75 percent of the time, and go no farther east than DRL. Penn is a rather Greek school, yet the system isn't mentioned for a sentence on the tape. In fact, besides athletics (including crew, hockey, basketball and football) few other activities are even alluded to. We see a bit of a play, a touch of a cappella and *poof* -- we're back on Locust Walk to view new inspirational angles of our great founder, Ben Franklin. My friend who viewed the tape with me was appalled and frustrated. "No one gives a flying fuck about learning," she cried. Couldn't have said it better myself. I have seen an incredibly pathetic amount of excitement over academics from the student body in my four years at Penn. Sure, they do the work -- spending 10 hours in the library at a go, pulling all-nighters, perfecting papers and reading, reading, reading. But they don't care about learning. It's all about the grade. It's all about the resume drop. And, oh honey, it is all about that jobinterview. Now that's college. It's the cursed irony of education. We may
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