This August, along with reminding me to ignore the liberals and to enjoy Penn State, my family members and neighbors advised me to avoid the “bad parts of town.”
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Many people believe that the playing field is leveled once students get to college, but in reality, inequality persists.
Trying to get on top of your schoolwork? Take your books out. You don’t have to read them. Just open them up. Trying to catch up on email? Respond to one. See what happens.
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Yessenia Gutierrez
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Sept. 16, 2012
During the beginning of each school year, we are all involved in making sure freshmen know what’s what on campus. We want them to know about our club, our major, our leadership opportunities. Yet most of us don’t know half of what occurs at Penn.
While the media and politicians attempt to convince us that we live in a post-racial society, the truth is, self-segregation persists and is a natural instinct.
I have more in common with a moderate Christian than any Muslim radical who proposes violence.
I have more in common with a moderate Christian than any Muslim radical who proposes violence.
Many people believe that the playing field is leveled once students get to college, but in reality, inequality persists.
Trying to get on top of your schoolwork? Take your books out. You don’t have to read them. Just open them up. Trying to catch up on email? Respond to one. See what happens.
Although the formalities of the old still echo the halls of the convention — there are voice votes, motions and even a gavel — it is no longer a place for a party to pick a nominee.
We rationalize away uncomfortable facts by thinking that if a lot of people think something is okay, then it must be okay.
Even with Dr. Franklin’s heart and Mr. Huntsman’s wallet, Penn should remember that it cannot not save West Philadelphia on its own.
Don’t just be a passerby on Locust Walk, that will only increase your chances of suffering a mid-college-life crisis.
Living in Philadelphia has pushed me further outside of my comfort zone than most of my classes at Penn have.
I don’t want to know how much Romney’s horse cost. I don’t care to read Obama’s Occidental transcripts. I don’t have a particular interest in Michelle Obama’s shoe size.
The amount of almost-waving, half- smiling and awkward eye-contacting I see around campus every day is absurd.
If there ever was a part of American democracy that a newly enfranchised democrat should see, this is it.
Subletters, I know I told you that pets were not allowed in HamCo, but that is simply because it already comes with pets.
Now that I have moved in and Convocation is around the corner, I realize that the vaccines on my chart have failed to prevent one thing: homesickness.
The Aurora, Colo., massacre gives a renewed sense of urgency over the role of firearms in American culture. Being situated near a hotbed for violent crimes, Penn students in particular have a big stake in the debate over gun control.
Our generation lives on the internet. We wake up to new iMessages, “friending” people is an almost necessary social exercise, we are expected to respond to emails instantly and many of us run our own blogs. And suddenly I could not access any of that.
While today’s hot social media sites, Twitter and Facebook, serve mostly to feed our vanity and self-absorption, the blogosphere often provides a more productive outlet.
In the wake of the Aurora, Colo., shooting, the issue of gun control has resurfaced in a big way. But it looks like nothing is going to change. Since 1968, the number of Americans that have been killed by guns in the United States exceeds the number of U.S.
