It started with a WSJ article, and then their director of MBA admissions said “see yah never.” We can all admit that Wharton has had a tough week. And sadly, it isn’t stopping there. The Onion recently posted this article poking more fun at our dear old Wharton–or, more specifically, that one fictional guy.
So instead of pointing and laughing, which we admit we did quite a lot of earlier this week, it’s time to take a stand. Enough is enough. We lylas Wharton, and if you’re in need of a shoulder to cry on, or just a friend to drink some overpriced scotch with, we’re here.
Not one to rest on its laurels, the Penn Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology has unveiled its newest newsworthy exhibit. Sunday’s Wall Street Journal featured a piece on Excavating Ground Zero: Fragments from 9/11, which opened August 20 and runs through November 6. While we typically think of the museum as a crypt for mummies and such, the exhibit, which features 15 objects recovered from Ground Zero that have never displayed to the public, aligns with the archaeology museum’s focus on “reconstruct[ing] lost moments in time through objects.”
On Sunday, September 11, the museum is offering pay-as-you-wish admission to the exhibit for an afternoon of special programming, so take advantage of a post-NSO-pre-I-have-three-papers-and-two-midterms-tomorrow lazy Sunday and head down for a poignant but important experience.
In a recent post on the Wall Street Journal’s “Hire Education” blog, Penn’s very own Aliza Hoffman muses on heartstrings and handshakes as she navigates the senior year job search.
While she makes a solid argument for seeking out self-discover before submitting your application to every OCR resume drop-box out there, we have to wonder why she considers working for a reputable organization (“whatever company is trendy at the time via LinkedIn”) and inner happiness to be mutually exclusive.
But whatever your take on I-banking, Teach for America or the Fortune 500, we can all agree on and enjoy her reference to Smoke’s making it into the WSJ:
While sharing a pitcher of cheap beer at Smoke’s, Penn’s go-to watering hole for thirsty seniors, I was approached by a friend of a friend who had just accepted her Teach for America assignment. Teetering in her four-inch stilettos, she joyfully squealed, “I’m going to be a school teacher in Las Vegas! It’s like I’m the star of my very own Van Halen video!”
At least some of us know where our hearts are—for better or for worse.