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Beer may be becoming the new cheesesteak in Philadelphia. Left and right, gastropubs and bars devoted to craft beers are found throughout every neighborhood of the city. It's just as easy to find a microbrew as an "American without" anywhere you go downtown.
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.
In order to help out international professional students affected by the economic crisis, the Trustees of the University recently passed a resolution promising to help these students procure loans from a U.S. lender to continue their educations at Penn.
This offering is a prudent one.
I loved everything about my semester abroad in London - except, of course, how much it cost. I lived frugally, but when a load of laundry sets you back $10, you can't help but feel that you're fighting a losing battle. With many students thinking twice before purchasing so much as a latte, it's easy to assume that a semester abroad - with its high exchange rates and weekend-whirlwind tours - is an impractical indulgence.
Looking for a bite after your party or in the middle of your all-nighter? Sadly, on Penn's campus, you will soon be out of luck. Philly Diner will soon be closing at 2 a.m. on weekends and 1 a.m. on weekdays. According to the University, this was a joint decision made by the owners and the University in light of a shooting last month near Philly Diner.
Spring break was a much-welcome respite, more so than it's ever been for me in the past.
That's because I spent most of January and February living in my suit, hustling for a summer internship in finance. The daily grind of information sessions, networking events, resume drops and interviews is a hallowed coming-of-age ritual for a Whartonite.
Imagine this: One day, Philadelphia has 1.5 million people in it. The next, most of the population disappears, and nearly four years later, only half has returned. The city would be desolate, its institutions destroyed, its buildings abandoned.
This is reality for people in St.
In the time since University President Amy Gutmann asked me to serve as interim provost, I've had occasion to reflect on what "interim" means. Literally, it means that I will remain in this role only temporarily, until a new provost takes office some months from now.
The recent death of Leonore Annenberg was a blow to the Penn community. While the University is not lacking in sugar daddies, Leonore and her husband Walter were different from other major donors - they gave to further a highly specific mission with a sense of purpose.
Earlier this week, former state Sen. Vincent Fumo was convicted of 137 counts of fraud, obstruction of justice, tax violations and conspiracy. Most of the charges related to the misuse of state funds and money from a nonprofit run by a former employee of Fumo's for Fumo's personal use.
Like many urban universities, Penn often has a contentious relationship with its neighbors, a natural clash born out of differing viewpoints, goals and interests. But the University should have put more effort into dialogue with the community in its recent conversations with West Philadelphia residents concerning the proposed extended-stay hotel on the corner of 40th and Pine streets.
The day I received my acceptance letter to Penn, my dad shook my hand, clapped me on the back and offered me $80,000 to turn it down. He reminded me that I already had a free ride waiting at the University of Georgia, and that, even with ample financial aid, four years at Penn would still cost the better part of 100 grand.
While many Penn students jetted off to tropical locations last week, I forwent the daiquiris and drug cartels of Cancun in favor of budget-friendly Buffalo, where I could enjoy home-cooked meals and free laundry. If it were any other year, I would not be admitting to such a lame spring break - and I certainly would not be writing it for all of Penn to read.
Spring is in the air, finally. Lovey-dovey couples will soon stroll hand-in-hand along the daffodil-lined Locust Walk giggling in their happiness. Cue the music, if you please.
But appearances can be deceiving. As anyone with an Internet connection knows, even the most seemingly happy relationships can have a dark side.