Guest Columnist | Pomp and circumstance
My friends and I slogged our way over the Locust Walk bridge and down past Huntsman, moving just fast enough to still call it moving.
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My friends and I slogged our way over the Locust Walk bridge and down past Huntsman, moving just fast enough to still call it moving.
When mom and dad ask us "What are going to do with your life?" they ask with a lot of worried expectation.
Why are we here? Is there life on other planets? Where do we go when we die?
Ah, to be a college loan officer -- like Ellen Frishberg, head of Johns Hopkins's financial aid office. She received more than $60,000 in tuition and "consulting fees" from Student Loan Xpress.
Students, if you live on campus, and you use a computer, be prepared for this letter, which will read in part:
I've seen it; I've done it. Tounge-tied at the bar, stuttering, hands wet, knees weak. "So, uh, yeah, you said you were from Kansas, huh? Cool. So what's the deal with Kansas City being in two states?"
Politicians forever redefine reality. With help from the media they rewrite political labels, platforms, identities and issues, and they keep us off balance with a deluge of misinformation. We can't make sense of the world when think outside their parameters.
We need a break. Two months of bar crawls and bong hits have taken their toll. We need a rest, a little time away to recharge and refocus.
I intended this column to be a rant. I was incredulous. Karl Marx was one of the most influential thinkers of the last two centuries.
He was the son of a Founding Father, a general in the Indian Wars and in the War of 1812, Governor of the Indian Territory and a Representative and later a Senator from Ohio. And on a March morning in 1841, in our nation's capital, William Henry Harrison was inaugurated "ninth President of these United States!"
'Penn, we've been looking over your College Sustainability Report Card. While you did well."
Saturday night, Penn Athletics tried something new. St. Joe's was coming to the Palestra - and they brought everybody.
Remember this day? Freshman year - you just finished your last exam and now it's Christmas break. Tonight you get to go home, maybe for the first time since you got to Penn. Tonight you get to eat well. Tonight you get to sleep in your bed. Tonight you get to see mom and dad.
The flyer was dusty and wrinkled when I found it in the archives, but I still got goose bumps. "SIT-IN!" it cried. "CONTROL THE UNIVERSITY DON'T LET IT CONTROL YOU!"
Stunned. I was absolutely stunned that they even let us touch the damn thing. We were eight totally clueless beginners and it was _25,000 boat. But all they said was, "Okay, can we get bow pair to row and to take us out?"