Guest Column by Ashwin Shandilya | A home in the high rises
I survived the high rises.
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I survived the high rises.
To the Class of 2014: Greetings from beyond the grave! I’m not actually dead of course, but I’ve recently graduated and entered “The Real World,” a strange, mysterious place. No doubt you’re excited to begin your Penn experience. To help you along the way, I offer you 14 bits of advice:
I never thought I’d graduate from Penn.
When colleges are asked to draw the line between rape and consensual sex, they sometimes get caught in the crossfire.
I’m having an identity crisis.
I’ve loved my four years at Penn. But ever since the University entered the $50k club, I’ve been reminded again that my education here comes with a significant cost. In all honesty, I could have had almost as good an experience in three years as in four. Apparently, I’m not the only college student who feels this way.
At Penn, everybody loves diversity — especially student leaders.
Like most, I take rankings with a grain — actually, more like a cup — of salt. That’s why I wasn’t too bothered when I saw that Wharton had dropped to fourth place in BusinessWeek's annual ranking of undergraduate business programs.
What would you do with $4,000? Spend it on conferences for student government leaders? Didn’t think so.
For me, sex education in middle school consisted of watching awkward 1970s videos about puberty. We never really learned too much about sex — any time the county attempted to expand the health curriculum, a firestorm of parental protests quickly erupted.
I first heard the news Tuesday night from another resident on my floor. First, a door slam. Then, the sound of someone running exuberantly through the hall. And finally, the news itself, reverberating against the walls:
Ever call someone a sissy? Watch out. You might be a homophobe — at least according to Yale University.
I have a confession: when I see people using sign language, I can’t help but stare. I know it’s rude, but there’s something fascinating about a language that allows people to communicate without uttering a sound.
It’s 2010, but don’t tell our state government. Officials in Harrisburg still think it’s 1933.
One in three. That’s how many Americans suffer from obesity. And every year, we spend $117 billion (according to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention) dealing with obesity’s consequences.
At La Terrasse, food is art.
Monday
Blood-thirsty yells shatter the solitude of Clark Park on a Saturday afternoon.
Penn President Amy Gutmann is bringing her political expertise to the city of Philadelphia.