I’ve always gravitated toward the sad side of the music spectrum. But science shows there are positive things to be gained from partaking in other people’s misery.

When I get a hangover, I usually deserve it. Give me DHM and I’ll never learn my lesson.

In hindsight, I did have time. But I didn’t think it was important to make time to relax, catch up with friends, exercise and sleep.

Like most students, I cannot devote too much time or money to this endeavor. My solution? The Museum Without Walls, an audio tour accessible to anyone with a cellphone (a map printed from the Without Walls website is helpful, but not necessary).

In general, sexual activity relies on a guy’s initiative and a girls’ acceptance. The pursuer invests time, energy, maybe even money and often wants something in return.

Back in high school, the bell rang and it was home to the family. Now, we go home to our friends.

Support the AlliedBarton Security Guards’ effort to unionize by coming to the rally on Monday at 11:45 a.m. in front of the button and by signing the online petition urging Penn to support their efforts.

If you’re lucky to have a tight, strong family — single parent or not — chances are that upbringing was vital in allowing you to attend Penn.

Most people, myself included, have a tendency to forget that others are more than just the props in certain parts of our day. They have dimensions, they have lives and offering some bit of recognition takes little to no effort.

Philadelphia is home to some of the most discriminatory laws in the country, but we simply do not have to deal with their repercussions because of our Penn ID.

My strong support for Israel did not happen overnight. It developed through an informed process. I knew that if I was going to consider myself a social activist, I had to be trained, informed and mindful of my decision.

The new frontier of contraception is all about men. Of course, it makes more sense to take the bullets out of the gun than to wear a bulletproof vest — and with current options, women are playing Russian roulette.

The following column consists of nothing but banalities and futile musings from a freshman who is three weeks away from completing his first year of college.But most of you have been here before, so allow me to opine.

After publishing our first little number on grinding. — we’ve reevaluated how we stand on this mating ritual: to the front, to the back and to the side.

I used to think hard work was like working at a restaurant: if I put in enough hours, I would receive what I want. High school was pretty much the same story. I would work hard and cash my efforts in for a handful of As at the end of every semester. But college is different.

Around 1 a.m. last Tuesday, a blog monitoring public spots to hear the oral arguments (that I had been refreshing for hours) reported that there were still spots available. I immediately decided to travel to the capital.

Beneath the corny Undergraduate Assembly election posters adorned with shameless rhyme schemes — “Sex Under The Button, Vote for Abe Sutton” … umm — that we saw last week, student government may actually be the outlet for our grievances.