In case the image isn’t quite clear, THIS IS A CATERPILLAR THAT WAS FOUND LITERALLY IN THE FOOD AT HILL. It’s been a long time since first grade, but we don’t remember our teachers saying that a chrysalis is often best constructed from tuna noodle casserole. Will this tasty lil’ larva ever become a beautiful butterfly? Unclear. But all we can do besides never set foot in Hill again for the rest of our lives is hope for the best. Godspeed, insect friend, godspeed.
Remember Penn Preview Days? Those were annoying, faux-chipper, crowded and pre-froshy. The new and improved Quaker Days are all that…and more! While there are still far too many 2018ers on campus for anyone to enjoy, admissions has really upped the ante this year, with fancy azz events, including this soiree – which featured one Dean Furda hitting the dance floor. Sources say Eric breakdanced before posing with swooning fans. Check that smolder. A warm welcome to Penn indeed!
Collective exhale, Penn. We’re back in action. On this eve of Fling 2014, we look back to better times. Before the man tried to put us down, cancel our parties, and drive us to black out downtown far away from medical amnesty. When this hero still felt comfortable taking a handle pull in broad daylight on a public street. When Penn got shmacked. The good old days. We’ll miss you.
No, jk. It’s actually a barren, hellish landscape that makes us sad whenever we walk by. Like seriously, this is ugly. It doesn’t even have a name yet! Don’t worry though, it probably only cost us like $1 billion and a few sketchy admits. We’re rolling in it after making history, and all this money is going into a pit? It’s still probably nicer than Hill, and for that we are thankful.
While our New Year’s resolution to “work out“ eventually succumbed to our laziness, it’s good to see others are still motivated. Over at Pottruck, this Penn Zumba instructor recently Facebook tagged all of her students to let them she wasn’t coming to class because of her roadside “expulsion of food”. Though the details may be bit, uh gross, we cannot help but love the sense of Penn Zumba community. What else might they be up to together? Zumba BYOs followed by hilarious drunk texting in their GroupMe? Penn Zumba formals? We’ll stick to guessing since we ain’t walking all the way to Pottruck to find out.
We know what you’re thinking. And yes, Professor McGonagall did go to Penn! Just joking, but that would’ve been awesome. This anonymous Penn model dates back to the 1890’s. We’re not sure whether she’s trying to do a sexy open-mouth thing or if she’s grimacing from pain and/or constipation. Regardless, she looks pretty good in her black frock and Princess Leia buns. If only this 19th Century Heidi Klum lived to see the day of Moncler jackets and Hunter boots, she probably would’ve looked, like, totally cool.
Hear ye, hear ye: sword fighting is so totally in right now. In our grand tradition of sharing pictures of pledges doing things, here’s a photo of a couple of Penn students partaking in the centuries old tradition of jousting. Why study for that post-spring break midterm when you can blow off some steam by prancing around in tights? (We’re totally digging the harlequin’s checkered pantsuit.) Maybe these kids were under the PV sun rays for a little too long, but props to their bravery in fashion choices. Check out a human parrot in a tree after the jump (not a euphemism)!
How many awkwardly-coiffed, Louis Kahn-lookin’, vest-sportin’ fellas does it take to win one adorable and well-dressed woman’s heart? More than 5, apparently. Not even that classy two-speed was enough to keep her from looking profoundly uncomfortable. This bunch from 1963, cowlicks and all, has us dreaming of warmer climes.
Remember freshman year? You didn’t have to brave the cold to see any of your friends (sorry, peasants of Hill), your writing seminar portfolio was your biggest worry, and you had to kiss Ben Franklin’s boot before receiving your freshman button, as this faithful frosh of the Class of 1955 is pictured doing here. Clearly, some Penn Traditions come and go and we’re kinda glad that this one is gone for good. (Besides the fact that it involved buttons. Bring back the buttons.) Nevertheless, it appears that the tradition of paying our respects to B-Frank will eternally live on.
It’s totally fine that after a weekend of sunshine, high(er) temperatures and gentle breezes that caressed our winter-weary faces with the promise of the coming spring, it is snowing. It is totally 100%, fine We are handling this really well, thanks for asking. And no, we did not just spend the past two hours trawling through Penn’s digital archives looking at photos of better days gone by, like this one from 1921 featuring scary lady-nymph Penn students celebrating May Day without even having the decency to smile, or at least pretend they’re enjoying the fact that they can wear short sleeves sans hypothermia.