Finding meaning beyond the 'burbs
I am a junior with too many friends who are graduating. Thus, I have become infected with second-hand senioritis. I work less, drink more, update my resume every week and go to Greek Lady every day to savor the "memories" of my beloved Italian hoagie. For the next month, college senioritis will be epidemic.
The “crime wave” that affected Penn’s campus last semester (it was really more of a ripple) was entirely beyond my control.