Senior Goodbye from Lindsey Stull | What a marathon
Four years at Penn — what a marathon.
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Four years at Penn — what a marathon.
It’s been three and a half years, and I’m exhausted.
I don’t know how to write about rape.
As a total geek, librarians have been some of my best friends. Bert Chapman, a Purdue librarian, will never be one of them. An unabashedly conservative blogger at news source Townhall.com, where he frequently refers to homosexuality as an “abominable practice,” he recently gained notoriety for a specific entry, entitled “An Economic Case Against Homosexuality.” While his Conservative Librarian blog posts normally receive few comments (a quick scan of the main page shows an average of 0-2), this one sports an impressive 93. Clearly, he hit a nerve.
What if your employer knew more about you than you did?
Lena Chen, Harvard senior and author of the popular blog “Sex and the Ivy,” knows she will be baby-free til 2014. Is she psychic? Celibate? Nope. She has a brand new baby-fighting friend in her uterus.
Last Tuesday, I could have spent the day studying for an organic chemistry exam. Instead, a scheduling quirk forced me to study between classes — on the Day Formerly Known As Fall Break.
Recently, The New York Times Magazine ran a column inquiring into the value of a college education.
Once a week, I face a difficult choice: in which course do I need a better grade, Class A or Class B?
Once upon a time, Isaac Newton revolutionized natural science by "standing on the shoulders of Giants." Today, scholars must pay a higher price to ascend to these heights. With a complicated, inconsistent system determining access to published research, the moment has come to work out a viable model for the future of open-access journal publishing.
Summer internships.
Of all my classes last semester, I earned my lowest grade in what was undoubtedly the easiest - a French history class. Why? Because it was a painfully shallow look at a topic I'm sincerely interested in, and it hurt my soul to do busywork and listen closely to annoyingly broad generalizations. So why did I take it? Cross Cultural Analysis, baby.
Growing up in Oklahoma, I had a neighbor who raised a few cows a year in a pasture adjacent to his house. At the tender age of six, I asked him the names of his two new calves.
When I mentioned Horizons to a vegetarian acquaintance, he excitedly promised that the restaurant would deliver "the best meal of [my] life." While a strong allegiance to some Little Italy gnocchi forbids me from agreeing entirely, the chefs at Horizons served me, without a doubt, the prettiest meal of my life and assuredly the best vegan one.