Guest Columnist | A passion for reading, slowly destroyed
It was 9:00 on one of the last nights of finals week. I patted myself on the back for managing to get a seat among the crowd of Penn students cramming at the Bucks County cafe on the corner 40th and Locust streets, and I settled in for a few hours of reviewing for my last final of the semester, a cumulative exam for one of my English classes.







