Whether or not we believe or act on allegations — in politics or on our campus — often depends strongly on how we feel about the accused.
Inclusion is not just about the amount of female engineers entering Penn, but also about making them feel that they belong here.
All of these alumni are not remembered for what they studied or even what clubs they were involved on campus, but rather they are known for what they chose to do with their skills.
We Penn students are entering that dangerous arena of adult love, and sometimes need to be reminded that with adult love there is the possibility of adult heartbreak.
For the majority of encounters that make up “hook-up culture,” the benefits far outweigh the negatives.
At Penn, a version of love, far from my own, seems to be the center of attention.
With a Penn education comes a very real responsibility to make sure every child in this country is receiving an adequate education, regardless of their economic circumstances.
The second best time to hold people like Northam accountable is right now, while we have the chance.
The very fact that we are students at Penn speaks to our intelligence. Some of us have never really felt overwhelming rejection or underachievement.
Whether you are Asian, Hispanic, African American, or any other race, make Penn a new site for sharing stories about your culture and celebrating your family’s heritage.
But when I peeled back the layers of historical extravagance, I realized that while the Ivy League evokes less Harry Potter imagery than Cambridge or Oxford, the actual learning experience may be more worth the prestige than the English schools.
If we fall into cycles of pushing yourself too far, burning out, and then treating yourself to copious amounts of whatever it is that makes you feel temporarily better about yourself, the cycle will never end. Temporary relief is all you’ll ever feel.
At Penn, blocking out Jewish life altogether is nearly impossible, especially since about 17% of undergrads identify as Jewish, but I still managed to do it first semester.
The habits we form here at Penn — the things we chose to expect of our friends, the organizations we decided to be a part of, the behavior we tolerate on our campus — will shape the moral compasses that guide us through our infinitely more complicated post-graduate lives.
Men need to be encouraged to reveal the more vulnerable parts of themselves normally hidden by the steely outer layer of toxic masculinity.
Many times, I’ve seen couples holding hands on Locust and thought about how perfect they must be together — that there was no danger there.
I am surrounded every day by high-achieving students at what is often coined “the social Ivy,” which means that vulnerability isn’t high on anyone’s list of priorities, though almost everyone has to have struggled juggling social, personal, and academic expectations.
What we need to fight for is transparency. While Penn doesn’t even have a rubric for interpreting admissions files, other schools have clear guidelines along with original comments attached to their files.
We are all entitled to our own preferences, but we should do our best not to degrade the preferences of others, especially when it comes to food.
Gendered groups abound at Penn, and while it’s rare for anyone to take issue with that fact, maybe more of us should.