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My application essay to Penn included the line "I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom," from the Elton John song appropriately titled, "Philadelphia Freedom." This was something of a lie.
As a native of Washington, D.C., I often passed the city on the Amtrak train to New York or Boston, and took class trips to Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell.
Two weeks ago I sat in Lovers & Madmen polishing my creative nonfiction final portfolio as it poured outside. I was miserable. It's not that I disliked my work; in fact, I loved this class. But each letter I typed, like steps down a plank, reminded me I was that much closer to finishing my time at Penn.
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).
As graduation approaches, I've been thinking quite a bit about things I have not done. It was sometime while watching the impossibly talented members of the Excelano Project perform several weeks ago that I realized I hadn't accomplished or seen 90 percent of what I told myself I would as a dewy-eyed freshmen.
Approximately 2,000 seniors graduate this weekend. Hopefully, we at the DP have had a relationship with most of you - to all of our readers and sources, we admire and salute your accomplishments. You're truly extraordinary.
But we've gotten to know a handful of you especially well because you worked at the DP.
And here I thought the last piece I'd write for this newspaper would be about meningitis - it's sort of scary how quickly I can spell "meningococcal" at this point.
But when I was asked to write a goodbye column, my mind immediately went to the first time I stepped foot inside the office that would basically become my home for the next four years.
CHEERS
To SCUE, for pushing through two major online initiatives, Online Course Review and Online Syllabi. These two initiatives will make students' lives much easier - and will save tons of paper.
To Women's Lacrosse and Men's Fencing, for their Ivy Championships.
The task of writing this farewell has been on my mind for months. While I knew I had to do it, finding a way to fit four years into 700 words wasn't easy.
I thought the best way to bid adieu to my undergraduate life was with a nice bedtime story a la Goodnight Moon.
Picture this: The University of Pennsylvania, fall 1951. Harry Truman is the president of the United States, we are in the midst of war with Korea and women are not allowed to sit on chairs in Houston Hall. Also that fall, my grandfather entered Penn as a freshman, just shortly after the University stopped using informal quotas to limit the number of Jews who were accepted.
The conventional formula for a senior goodbye piece (whether it takes the form of a DP column or a commencement speech) goes something like this:
1.) Nostalgically list several fond, quintessentially-Penn memories-"I remember getting wasted at Smokes/being pelted at Hey Day/pissing on Ben Franklin's statue ."
2.
This weekend, many Penn students witnessed the crowds of juveniles at the corner of 40th and Walnut streets, and many more have heard about it from their friends.
The incident - where West Philadelphia high schoolers crowded the corner and police officers were called in to monitor them - attracted much attention, due to the arrest of 10 youths for disorderly conduct, the blockade of streets, the closure of McDonald's and the unconfirmed reports of an assaulted officer.
Since I don't really go on Facebook, I thought that I'd use my very last DP column ever to write my "25 Things (You Probably Didn't Want To Know) About Me and Penn." Except I could only come up with 20.
1. Best place on campus: 6th floor of Van Pelt. Go check it out.
With graduation on the near horizon, many seniors are probably panicking about impending good-byes and separations. Some of us may be moving to a new city or country alone; some of us may be living apart from that best friend, girlfriend or boyfriend that we hoped we'd still share a zip code with.
Penn has always seemed a bit out of place in West Philadelphia. The privileged students of this Ivy League University practically live side-by-side with some of the city's most economically impoverished families. We are, to put it simply, two harshly different worlds.
'We live in an age in which we must please everyone. And by everyone, I mean 'minorities.'"
On March 27, Ryan Benjamin used this quote to depict the negativity inherent in group recognition along the lines of race, gender, ethnicity, sexual orientation, religion and other social identities.
On Friday, juniors tapped their canes down Locust and happily bit corners off Styrofoam hats as they took part in one of Penn's few truly revered traditions. At the same time, seniors enjoyed drinks and entertainment as they were symbolically welcomed into Penn's alumni community in a new traditional exercise.