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The words “billion” and “million” may rhyme, but they’re very different values. Consider the following: if you started out with a billion dollars the day Christ was born, and spent $1,000 every day since, you’d still have $264 million left today.
It’s easy to say that GPA shouldn’t define who we are as individuals and that it doesn’t have the greatest effect on our future, but, to a certain degree, the grades on our transcripts matter, whether we like it or not.
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Alec Ward
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Jan. 12, 2016
The practice of reflecting upon failings of the prior year at the start of a new one seems to me both honest and educational, particularly as someone whose somewhat inherently deceptive role is to publicly assert each week that I have a good answer to a significant problem or question.
I’m not someone who regularly writes down New Year’s Resolutions, mainly because they often remain consistent across the years: do well in school, go for a decent amount of runs every week, keep in touch with friends and family, journal more.
It’s that time of the semester again. That point when for many students, our questioning of our validity and our futures is probably at its strongest.
It’s that time of the semester again. That point when for many students, our questioning of our validity and our futures is probably at its strongest.
The words “billion” and “million” may rhyme, but they’re very different values. Consider the following: if you started out with a billion dollars the day Christ was born, and spent $1,000 every day since, you’d still have $264 million left today.
It’s easy to say that GPA shouldn’t define who we are as individuals and that it doesn’t have the greatest effect on our future, but, to a certain degree, the grades on our transcripts matter, whether we like it or not.
Recently, at the recommendation of a friend, I read author Rebecca Solnit’s essay “Men Explain Things to Me.” In the essay, Solnit tells a series of personal stories wherein various men condescendingly “correct” her about topics in which her expertise far exceeds their own.
Last week, I enjoyed a Thanksgiving meal with my family. Every year, I find myself dissecting what exactly it is I’m supposed to be celebrating on this holiday.
I’ve been telling people that I want to be a writer since I was in elementary school. I always thought of college as the place where I would be able to actualize that dream, and I didn’t waste any time upon arriving at Penn.
Several weeks ago, Aziz Ansari’s new Netflix original series was released and, in typical Aziz fashion, the comedian brilliantly blurred the lines between outrageous humor and social commentary.
“The road to power is paved with hypocrisy and casualties,” Frank Underwood says in season two of House of Cards.
All of us probably feel that we know what it means to have humility. Yet, especially in the context of the Ivy League, this particular virtue is underrated.
It seems like every Locust Walk encounter with a friend, acquaintance or classmate brings another instance of a Penn student bemoaning their own misfortune for being swamped, under-socialized, under-slept and overworked.
In the wake of protests against racism on campuses around the country last week, many of my acquaintances took to social media to declare their status as “allies” of the protestors, and to affirm their solidarity with the various movements participating. It was far from first time I’d seen the term “ally” used in conjunction with social justice movements, but it raised the concept afresh in my mind.
Injustice and violence are rampant, equality is still a dream, the civil rights movement is in Act 2 of a seemingly never-ending play and innocent lives are taken on a daily basis for reasons that are both illogical and unsubstantiated.
It’s one of the most-heard phrases on any college campus, rotely recited to hopeful applicants when they ask what the college environment is really like.
On Friday, Nov. 13 the world witnessed in disgrace the bombings and shootings in Paris for which the Islamic State claimed responsibility. Realizing that to write about this event can promote it, and hence accomplish its purpose of spreading terror, I am morally obligated to dedicate this week’s column to the memory of those who have fallen in the name of democracy and freedom.
“Sally” – we’ll call her – started watching pornography at the age of 12. Nothing too strange about that.
The opioid epidemic — the recent and meteoric increase in heroin and prescription painkiller abuse — poses one of the most serious public health threats of our time.
For a Penn student, exposure to the idea of diversity starts early. It first shows up in the admissions catalogue: beautiful high-resolution photos of a “diverse” group of friends laughing on the Green; essay questions that ask what diversity of perspective a student will bring to campus; selecting one’s race on the Common Application.
