Dear friends, we missed you this semester!Luckily, The Daily Pennsylvanian has granted us one last ditty before we drop the mic and ship off to do who knows what.
There isn’t an end to the firsts yet. We’re all so young and have so much time ahead of us to do all these other new things and meet all new people.
To be able to truly open yourself up to another person is a privilege, and whether we graduate with a high-paying banking job or with a ton of student debt, we should consider ourselves lucky.
I always used to say that it didn’t matter that I was better suited to a go-kart than a real car because I’d live in a city.
There isn’t an end to the firsts yet. We’re all so young and have so much time ahead of us to do all these other new things and meet all new people.
To be able to truly open yourself up to another person is a privilege, and whether we graduate with a high-paying banking job or with a ton of student debt, we should consider ourselves lucky.
During the fall of my sophomore year I attended 17 OCR info sessions. Despite the fact that these workshops were geared towards seniors, and that most of these firms didn’t even have sophomore programs, and my suit jacket and pants were mismatched, I still dutifully showed up at each one (sometimes 2 or 3 a day) over the first 2 weeks of class.
But the most memorable stories, for me, were the ones that brought me a bit closer to the heart of Penn — the ones that introduced me to some of the lesser-heralded people who make our university the special place that it is.
This suggested level of funding would ensure that groups that focus on discussions of faith, spirituality and religion, as well as those dedicated to debates about religiosity, could be funded in a way that would allow students to truly express their diverse affiliations as well as alleviate our groups’ dependencies on alternative funding sources.
Naysayers spend their lives in fear of idols; we’re the ones who smash them. Everyone uses their intellect like a hammer, smashing away at their hobbies and trades to craft something meaningful. We’re in the business of building better hammers.
And there is not just the road not taken and the one everyone takes, but also the one you should make for yourself.
Religion has claimed a monopoly on morality for so long that we infidels are forced to explain ad nauseam why we think murder is morally reprehensible. I am tired of conceding the moral high ground to religion by default. Today, I want to reverse that situation and show why secular moral systems are superior to their non-secular counterparts.
Embracing awkward is my way to being unapologetic about the person I am. I don’t allow other people to make me feel bad about myself on principle, so why would I give myself that power?
Coming out seems to have taken on a much more important stake than it’s supposed to. It’s not supposed to be that way. There is no one type of person that can bring you everything you need and want.
I find it particularly perplexing that even millennials who grew up surrounded by social media still adhere to this classic prohibition. We willingly abandon our privacy when it comes to relationships, hardships, hookup and every inane inner thought we think should grace our Facebook and Twitter feeds, yet we still show a reluctance to discuss salaries. Why have we collectively determined that this one element of our lives deserves unique protection from prying eyes?
It seems as though the international community’s unspoken desire is for North Korea to be within its realm of control. It needs North Korea to be predictable, or else, it is simply labeled crazy.North Koreans are not crazy. They are being human.
Guest column by Jonelle Lesniak | Why I can’t leave Penn saying that I loved it
If we carry a competitive, self-seeking and elitist mentality with us into society, we will find it affecting our relationships with colleagues, friends and all sorts of others.
Letter to the Editor from Nora Casper and members of the Nursing Class of 2014
You can make every inappropriate nurse joke out there — we’ve heard them all — but please do not disrespect our clinical experiences, which are undeniably more profound than any average undergraduate education.
Guest column by Jennifer Toth | Clinicals — to me, they mean everything
Unless you’ve spent 12-hour shifts caring for critically ill patients or have yourself been one of those patients, I would ask you not to jump to the conclusion that our clinical experiences are meaningless.
Every week, hundreds Penn students file into dusty classrooms in West Philadelphia’s middle and high schools where they tutor students in math and English and science.


