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In the fall of 1969, in an act of quiet gallantry, a Penn biology professor with a fondness for mountain climbing hoisted himself up the flagpole in front of College Hall and restored its flag to full staff. Its cord had been cut a day earlier in an unauthorized gesture of objection to the Vietnam War.
For many Penn students, post-graduation plans begin to cast their shadow early, in a hazy and frequently terrifying way. Some manage to ease the anxiety with an unambiguous post-graduate trajectory.
Both those reluctantly jumping through the hoops of Penn’s foreign language requirement and those taking up a new tongue for pleasure or professional advantage have gotten to know the mixed bag of characters in what is Penn’s Romance Languages Department.
With its urban sophistication, cultural proximity and plentiful Wi-Fi, Europe’s status as a first-choice study abroad location is hardly astonishing.
In a nondescript house on Chestnut Street, the Red and Blue Call Center hardly bears the appearance of a fundraising center that brings millions to campus each year.
Among the gaggle of bankers and consultants that seem to overwhelmingly comprise Penn’s alumni pool, 1999 College graduate Doree Shafrir cuts a unique figure. Her position as executive editor of Culture at BuzzFeed has the ring of an emperorship to it — after all, the site is a pulsing pop culture dynamo, a byword for quirk whose content has become a staple of the Internet diet of millions.
A cross-section of artist Nicole Eisenman’s imagination sprawls across the white walls of the Institute for Contemporary Art on 37th and Sansom streets.
A tall, stylish woman commanded the petite stage of the upper level of the World Café, a white pane projected to her right.
A s I’ve scrolled through my Facebook news feed recently, I’ve stumbled every so often on emphatic promotional blurbs urging me to “beat Harvard.” With a “like” to The Daily Pennsylvanian’s Facebook page, apparently, I can stick it to those sneering Cambridge-ites and help overtake the popularity of their altogether-too-revered Crimson. The DP page’s count stands currently at a rather anemic 5,437, despite enticements of hot chocolate, with The Crimson sitting ever-pretty at 30,084 . It did not take long for Harvard to respond, dryly and without fanfare, to this rather clunkily calculated campaign, scraping it off like a fly off a boot. The lack of drama with which this was accomplished demonstrated how tiny and desperate these attempts seem to the remainder of the world, and how they characterize a broader, significantly entrenched cultural problem at Penn that bears revisiting.
Even to the uninitiated, a research grant to the tune of $1.7 million from the National Institutes of Health seems like a striking accomplishment.
Seventh grade hands shot up with each of the museum instructor’s prompts at the “mummification workshop” offered at the Penn Alexander school. “Yeah! I love dead guys!” shouted one student. There was a chorus of agreement.
Philadelphia poet laureate Frank Sherlock, a frequenter of the Kelly Writers House, returned to campus on Tuesday to host a trio of guest poets from across the country.