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When I sat down for an interview with Maria a couple months ago for a 34th Street Magazine article about sexually transmitted infections at Penn, she had almost as many questions as I did. In the country where she was raised, “Condoms and sex are very, very taboo … You’re not supposed to have sex before marriage.”
When I packed my bags in August 2006 to come to Penn, I was ready for a taste of the “real world.” Everything from my dinner menu to how late I came home on Saturday night would be up to me. It was all very exciting.
I thought about being pre-med for a while. Like many neurotic (and slightly confused) freshmen, I was worried that I would realize one day that I wanted to be a doctor and wouldn’t have taken the right classes for it. So I took two pre-med courses.
This past weekend, I decided to partake in a Philadelphia tradition that, for years, I have struggled and failed to understand: the Erin Express. Featuring buses that transport you from “Irish” bar to bar, it is the ultimate way for Philadelphians to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.
Lately, I’ve been having the same conversation on repeat. It doesn’t matter whom I’m talking to or where I am, everyone loves asking the same question: “Do you have plans for next year?”
I’ve always been skeptical of credit cards. The way I see it, you sign a long document filled with fine print you don’t understand. That fine print gives credit card companies the right to do whatever they want if you miss a payment and, in exchange, you get the ability to shop first and pay later. I’ve heard too many horror stories about piled up interest and debt over the years to be comfortable around these little pieces of plastic.
I’ve never been afraid of an argument. If I feel passionate about an issue and think your opinion is “misguided,” I am always happy to debate.
It’s time to brush up on your basic math skills: If a subway train in Washington and a subway train in Philadelphia leave at the same time and go the same distance within their city centers, which train would cost you more?
I am a student of Penn’s College of Arts and Sciences. I have a SAS e-mail address. I use Blackboard for my courses and study at Van Pelt instead of the Huntsman study rooms.
It has been a milestone year for The Daily Pennsylvanian.
Today is the last issue officially helmed by the 125th board of editors and managers of The Daily Pennsylvanian.
Over winter break, I was particularly excited to go see George Clooney’s Up in the Air, a film about a businessman’s constant travels and difficult job on the road. I ended up spending the full two hours of the movie completely confused: How could someone enjoy spending their life in airplanes and airports?
It took some blood, some sweat and some tears but The Daily Pennsylvanian finally has a new web site.
As Daily Pennsylvanian editors often caught up in the day-to-day grind, it’s for us easy to forget that 124 boards of editors and managers have done the same work that we do at the DP today. It’s hard to see the context in which we work and the history that brought us where we are today.
Eleanor Keeler, a British exchange student from University College London, died at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania this morning, according to University spokeswoman Lori Doyle.
You may have noticed that the DP looks a little different this morning.
You are reading an eight-page newspaper today. On this day last year, you were reading a 14-page paper. And, though it's a rarity for The Daily Pennsylvanian to drop to such a low size, it is not the first eight-page paper of the semester.
*This article appeared in the 2009 joke issue.
This year, The Daily Pennsylvanian wants to reconnect with its readers.