Hey, shout out to Class of 1886: Racism still isn’t cool. Not sure who you contracted to design this elaborate etching for the yearbook, but this kind of blatant bigotry would never fly now. Did the three of you pose for that? How long? Where is this even? The Woods Of Despair? This is worse than even the most egregious modern Insta faux pas. Get with the times and filter that close-minded worldview. May we recommend Toaster?
The Penn Yearbook staff is interested in publishing pictures of you and your friends in this year’s issue of The Record. We know what you’re thinking: “Fools! They’re just going to get a bunch of submissions of drunk students and their late night debauchery.” The weird part? They seem to be okay with that. In an email to the Senior Class, the staff called for submissions of photos from various events (yes, even Spring Fling, “parties” and “random photos” count). Images can be submitted to email@example.com, and each submission gets you a raffle ticket to win a free yearbook. Which is a pretty sweet deal, considering they’re going for $75 this year. We guess even memories at Penn don’t come cheap. Wonder if you can bursar that?
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Next week, members of the Class of 2010 are invited to pose for Senior Portraits, to be featured in The Record, which (get this) is the Penn yearbook. We had no idea Penn even had a yearbook, but it does and apparently has since 1865. The question of whether or not to be in The Record is very similar to the “do I send my picture in for Penn Facebook?” debate of pre-Freshman summer. And just like that summer, we’re going to go with no, probably not.
That’s not just because of our too-cool attitude (although that’s definitely a major part of it), or the fact that we’re just getting over our high school yearbook photos. It’s because we can’t imagine ever paying for a copy of this thing, which from the looks of it, is a little heavy on the pictures of a capella groups and sporting events we didn’t attend front. It’s also because the thought of trying to get 2,000+ signatures is scarier than the possibility of forgetting 2,000+ inside jokes or missing out on 2,000+ “have a great summer..err…life” messages written in metallic purple gel pen.
There is, of course, one thing that will convince us to be in this yearbook, and that is our parents promising to take out a congratulatory ad. Preferably one that utilizes song lyrics, Comic Sans, a selection from Dr. Seuss, and pictures of us at different stages of our life (NO BATHTUB PICTURES, MOM! OR ELSE! SERIOUSLY, DO NOT EMBARRASS US!)