The DP recently featured this article about Wharton sophomore and “serial entrepreneur” Bradley Foster. Considering he already owns a hotel, restaurant, computer repair company and several other businesses, we’re not sure why he hasn’t yet pulled a Bill Gates and peaced out, Wharton, especially after stating the following:

I could take insurance whatever class at Wharton, or my hotel could just burn and I could learn a really quick lesson about insurance.

Let’s do the math. We will assume that it takes eight hours for your basic Sheraton to combust, compared to the 14 weeks in a semester with approximately three hours of class a week for your run of the mill “insurance whatever” class. Does this kid have a time machine? Or just a really, really huge ego hotel?

Maybe we’re late noticing this, but sometime this summer, C3 turned into The Uncommon Market. We’ve been caught off guard quite a bit recently, so we are embarrassed to be surprised again, but this was straight bogus. The aisles are all different, there are boxes and boxes of almonds, it isn’t completely depressing. Also, its new name totally calls out the dining hall above it. Edgy.

But how was our shopping experience? The cashier called us baby, so that was great, but our two items that should have been reasonably priced (marinara sauce and cereal (college! woo!)) cost us $11. This might stem from Penn replacing Aramark with Bon Appetit. Still, it felt more like a real supermarket and with all that candy, we have no choice but to put spend the majority of our Dining Dollar$ on thousands of Goobers. Thanks Penn Dining!