Spotted on the big periodic table in CHEM 102 yesterday, one of these (–>) Walter White missing posters is slapped up on bromine. Oh Mr. White, he’s probably somewhere out there, more dazed, confused, and lost than the kids taking orgo this semester. P.S. If you haven’t seen Breaking Bad yet, you’re probably also someone who fell for this.
Welcome back pal. We hope you rested up on your measly two days off because there are (sigh) three Mondays to go before semester’s end.
[Al Roker voice] Until then, here’s what’s HapPENNing in your neck of the woods.
Today: Strategies for Vocal Delivery
Learn talk good.
Wednesday: Kumar Barve
The first Indian-American ever elected to a state legislature will talk about how the struggle has been real.
Also on Wednesday: Rock with Jocks
C’mon ya nerds, now’s your chance to get in wit da jocks. Real Penn athletes, yo! swoon
Thursday: You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown
The comic strip, now a musical.
Saturday: PennRec Bocce Ball Tournament
Get out there ‘n’ knock some balls, ya sonofabocce.
Because we’re thankful for ya, the staff here at UTB put together a li’l Thanksgiving bingo card for your eNjOyMeNt. Click to enlarge, print, and cut it out (god bless if you actually do). See if you can get bingo before the food coma sets in, or blackout before Grandma blacks out. Hurrah, hurrah, happy Thanksgivukkah!
Ever wanted to see your professors dance? Well they’re going to anyway.
2pm tomorrow in Bodek Lounge, à la Dancing with the Stars, participating student-professor partnerships will be boogieying for
victory your approval.
If you aren’t going for the hilarity/weirdosity, at least go for the learning opportunity—or, as Dr. Johnson puts it in a recent email, a chance to demonstrate some “awesome physics concepts.” Speaking of Johnson’s emails, seems like he already has some salsa under his belt.
Peep the event flyer here.
According to this real DP article, a group of Whartonites are working to allow any student—that’s taking Wharton classes—to book Huntsman GSRs outright. Join the forum, share your
Wharton oppression stories thoughts. But on the real, VP rooms are better for getting work done anyway.
Fresh from the archives, here’s a quick li’l 1896 throwback of our favorite Dining Dollar vacuum/cozy place to get some work done. Established as a place for students to “pass their leisure hours in harmless recreation and amusement” (lol), Houston Hall is the nation’s first student union, which is pretty cool.
In honor of Halloweekend, here are our picks for the OOKIEST profs on campus. You still have time to switch in to their classes for Spring 2014!
Eric Schneider (Urban Studies)
Known for his brutal, unflinching honesty when it comes to those thesis drafts you crank out when you’re half-asleep the night before the due date, Schneider is also currently writing a seminal HISTORY OF MURDER. He is, as he admits publicly without shame, obsessed with murder.
Janet Monge (Anthropology)
Under that shock of gray-white hair is a big ol’ brain, and students love Monge for her engaging teaching as much as they do her hilarious anecdotes and recurring malaria. It just gets spookier: Almost every photo of her on the internet includes hUmAn ReMaInS!
Warren Ewens (Statistics)
Ewens doesn’t have anything justifiably spooky about him, but all his students agree he’s spooky as they come. Just look at that crazed expression; he looks like someone about to inject your brain with an Ivy League-standard statistics education.
Gomaa Omar (Geology)
In addition to referring to all his pupils as “little creep,” this rock jock loves to remind us all that we’ll all eventually die. At which point, if his maniacal laughter is any indication, he will feast on our rotting corpses in the dusky moonlight.
Know a creepy, kooky, mysterious, spooky, or all-together ooky professor that’s not on this list? (We know you do.) Shoot ‘em to us in the comments!
Mad props to Penn Law’s ultra talented Phil Shecter for carving these judiciary masterpieces out in the Penn Law courtyard—because as we all know, the only thing scarier than our legislative branch lately is a pumpkinized Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
But hey, Shecter, is a Harvey Specter too much to ask for by tomorrow?