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I dread waiting for the elevator in Penn’s high rise buildings almost as much as I dread the actual elevator ride itself.
I dread standing in the awkwardly clustered group of people waiting for the elevators, all of whom make sure to maintain a certain distance from everyone around them and constantly look downward, faces buried in their phones.
Last Thursday, the two worst preachers in America showed up on Penn campus. As far as I could tell, they failed to convert a single student to the word of the lord.
To commemorate last week’s anniversary of September 11th, members of Occidental College’s Republican Club planted 2,997 American flags — one for each victim of the attack — on their campus green, all of which were later removed by student protesters.
Midterms loom, recruiting rages on. Winter cannot be far behind.
Having been away from Penn for the last two years, I naturally couldn’t wait to get back and live the good life.
You may not have heard about this, but OZ sent a sleazy email which got leaked.
Just kidding.
Unless you live under a rock, you know about what I’m now calling #OzGate.
Personally, I have mixed feelings about how campus has reacted to the exposure of the crude poem. Let me be clear, I have little interest in defending the email itself. The sentiments expressed in the lines of truly terrible poetry indicate some attitudes I find deeply troubling.
Over the summer, Penn introduced a major tweak to its Early Decision application process that prevents students from applying Early Decision to Penn and Early Action to another private university.
I was arguably a better writer after four years of high school than I am now, after four years of some of the most expensive postsecondary education that money can buy.
It’s official — the College Houses have out-TV’d my dad. As reported in a DP news article by Ray Pomponio, starting this year College House residents will get Comcast’s Xfinity On Demand streaming service included in the ever-increasing price of rent.
Even my tech-happy father, who has enthusiastically upgraded our “home theater” infrastructure every few years since my birth, hasn’t quite sprung for that yet.
While I am sure that College House residents will appreciate the service, I have to confess that it seems to me an extravagance.
As the class of 2020 begins to settle into their new lives at Penn, if its members are anything like me, I’m sure that they’re feeling a complex mix of emotions at entering the first step into adulthood.
She was a cosmopolitan-looking, middle-aged doctor with the kind of precisely preserved physiognomy that I imagine develops 15 years out from an Ivy League sorority.
I first saw the letter which University of Chicago Dean of Students John Ellison sent to his incoming freshman class on Twitter, a day or so before it hit the mainstream press. Scanning the first grainy photocopy, I could sense a kerfuffle in the making.