SEAN MCGEEHAN is a rising College senior from Philadelphia. His email address is seanmcgeehan@verizon.net.
Fifty years ago, after a long and sometimes bloody struggle waged by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and civil rights activists around the country, President Lyndon B. Johnson signed the Voting Rights Act of 1965 into law. Put simply, this act prohibited racial discrimination in voting on both a state and federal level.
In recent years, the Penn community has been pushing toward reform regarding the treatment of mental illness, both bureaucratically within Counseling and Psychological Services and socially among students. We have seen agendas written up, sensitivity training initiated, and we’ve been urged to learn and relearn that it is okay to not be okay. But even so, at Pennsylvania Hospital, I found it difficult to reach out to my peers.
Those who pursue the impractical and the esoteric are, I think, quite a bit misunderstood. The frame of mind that leads to our judgments of what is and isn't practical is very much a product of our environment. Yes, an artist may never cure cancer or build a million dollar company, but we should be a bit more grateful for what they do give us.
Fifty years ago, after a long and sometimes bloody struggle waged by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and civil rights activists around the country, President Lyndon B. Johnson signed the Voting Rights Act of 1965 into law. Put simply, this act prohibited racial discrimination in voting on both a state and federal level.
In recent years, the Penn community has been pushing toward reform regarding the treatment of mental illness, both bureaucratically within Counseling and Psychological Services and socially among students. We have seen agendas written up, sensitivity training initiated, and we’ve been urged to learn and relearn that it is okay to not be okay. But even so, at Pennsylvania Hospital, I found it difficult to reach out to my peers.
ANNEKA DECARO is a rising College sophomore from Austin. Her email address is annekaxiv@gmail.com.
There is something missing from progressive social movements, city government and neighborhood-level decision making, and it is not Ivy League graduates. It is the participation of the communities we hope to “serve” on the frontline of the social issues that affect them the most.
A few weeks ago, 34th Street published an article detailing some aspects of cocaine use at our University. The story failed to make the connection between consumption in our own sheltered environment, and the violent drug cartels in developing countries that supply the drug.
The seniors of the Vietnamese Student Association have taken great time to collect all accounts of what happened during the VSA Barbecue on April 17 in order to create a clear timeline of events.
ANNEKA DECARO is a rising College sophomore from Austin. Her email address is annekaxiv@gmail.com.
Environmental issues feel abstract and distant in Philadelphia, experienced in their extremes only through news items and stories, through conversations in science and political science classes that end at the close of a lecture and through brief bouts of social activism like the campus referendum for fossil fuel divestment. But in California they have become unavoidable as the drought has progressively worsened, coloring the landscape and creeping into residents’ daily routines.
The purported goal of The Daily Pennsylvania article “Black PhDs face disparate treatment in the sciences” was to discuss disproportional funding trends facing under represented minorities in science.
The month preceding graduation is filled with finales. But sometimes an especially climactic event, like Final Toast, feels too surreal to process, so it doesn’t even feel like an emotional milestone.
I closed the door on my Penn career sitting in Huntsman Hall watching the timer as it ticked towards blinking zeros.
It took a recent walk through campus for me to realize how much things can change in just a few years’ time. At risk of sounding like an actual senior citizen — back in my day, Spruce Street across from the Quad had only one sidewalk.
I had people that encouraged me to challenge myself and take risks every day, and that feeling was hard to find anywhere else.
In coming up with a concept for this column, I can easily say I rediscovered my deep admiration for the ability of every columnist I ever edited to come up with compelling topics on a regular basis.
When I was The Daily Pennsylvanian city news editor, I learned not to stop for emergency vehicles unless they gathered in what I nicknamed a “critical mass.” One cop car on the side of the road?
I must have said it a hundred times during my three years as a reporter and editor at The Daily Pennsylvanian. “This sentence has to go.

















