Dear Class of 2013, When I wrote my goodbye column for these pages in May, I said I would pay you all the Icelandic krona in the world to switch places
A Series of Memos on the Occasion of our Graduation from Childhood. In lieu of a column this week, I've decided to take a page from 34th Street and pen a few Shoutout-esque letters to express my feelings toward various people and/or inanimate objects (minus Robert Pattinson this time).
Tomorrow is Earth Day, the celebration of all things nature (and a possible extension of yesterday's festivities for some). Though I'm not entirely certain of the difference between Earth Day and Arbor Day (something about deciduous?), Obama said the environment was important so I'm celebrating both this year.
In a scene straight out of Alice in Wonderland, I went to a very merry unbirthday party last week. Several of us caroused around a table at an intimate BYO, celebrating, well, nothing. No one had a birthday. No one had an anniversary. Instead, "My job offer just got rescinded!" someone declared, passing around the tomato and mozzarella salad.
Scrolling through the Penn Registrar is a depressing task for this graduating senior. Knowing I won't be here next semester to take advantage of "Cinema of the Balkans" or Turkish I makes course examination a slowly sapping exercise, but I can't help torturing myself.
It was 10:56 on a chilly Wednesday evening. Six of us hunched over the coffee table, waiting for the finale while I attempted a complicated recipe I had seen the week before. "Dammit! I never should have tried this!" My roommate peered up at me. "You're microwaving popcorn.
It was busy last week on Capitol Hill and in Philadelphia. In one room on the Hill, the House Financial Services committee grilled eight banking chiefs on how they used their portions of the $700 billion bailout. Down the hall, a House Energy and Commerce subcommittee vainly tried to get some answers from Stewart Parnell, the president of Peanut Corporation of America, the company responsible for shipping tainted peanut-based products across the country.
We look forward to several traditions when February rolls around: the symmetrical nature of the month's four weeks*, the repeated airing of Groundhog Day, the repeated airing of Groundhog Day and for seniors, the start of Feb Club, a chance to socialize with the people whose phone numbers you have from NSO, but whom you never got around to calling (Sylvia, we sat on the bus together to the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
When Bernie Madoff was arrested on December 12, it was easy to dismiss him as another Wall Streeter getting his due. In the wake of massive bank and investment firm failures, we've become desensitized to the damage that's crippled our financial system. For liberal arts students especially, the fall of the titans has produced the sweet satisfaction that comes with choosing a life of Proust instead of Fuld.
The European sustainability bash has been the global hot ticket for the past several years, but only recently have American cities begun to accept the invitation. San Francisco arrived early, a veritable organic presence with the foresight to ban plastic bags from large grocery stores in 2005.
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