Every little girl dreams about growing up and blossoming into a princess. While viewing Disney’s new family friendly film Enchanted, at The Bridge Theater on 40th and Walnut, I began to think of my own family films made over the years and how those films captured key moments of my youth and helped me personally blossom into the person I wished to become. I must warn my avid male readers though, you may not be able to personally relate to this, but it may help you deal with and better understand your sister, mothers, friends, and/or girlfriend.
Birthdays are one of the most popular family filmed events. It is during this event that family and friends gather together and hope to grant the wishes of their valued kin. The lens focuses just in time to hear the final line of Happy Birthday. Immediately after the catchy tune ends sung by the voices old of old and young I begin the daunting task of blowing out candles. After several futile attempts it looked as if no matter how hard I blew and how much I accidentally spit on the cake, the candles would not extinguish. Finally, after the trick candles were snuffed, the smoke rose above our heads and the scent quickly filled the room crammed with family members. Another birthday wish was captured on film as clenched my tiny hand around the wooden handle of my mothers longest knife. I closed my eyes to allow myself to think of my final wish while cutting the first piece of cake. The piece of birthday cake with the purple flower has always been the most valued piece of birthday cake for a young child. The dye from the sugary purple delight turns the tongue of anyone who graces their spoon or fork near it an abnormal shade of purple for a minimum of an hour and a half. But times have now changed. At some point the once acceptable slip ups and mistakes caught on film are deemed inappropriate for an adult to do.
The real movie, Enchanted, begins at The Bridge Theater as we are introduced to the movie’s leading lady, Giselle. Trying to find her prince and true love, the “hopeful queen” follows the customs of her far far far away fairytale land and begins to sing in hopes of finding a prince and future husband. When Giselle sings this song the “hopeful queen” is able to break the sound barrier. Giselle’s prince, who is also actively seeking the love of his life, hears her song from hundreds of miles away and decides to follow her voice and marry the vocalist.
Fast-forward three years within the real world of my own home footage. As the lens focuses I see myself as a young toddler perfecting my English. While watching this footage I cannot help but laugh as I am caught on film saying the most ridiculous things: “gifa gific tit” (gift certificate), “dundella” (umbrella), and finally “sus sesssy fuw” (successful). I still do not understand why my parents would want to keep evidence on film that I, their favorite daughter of course, was not proficient in the English language. On the contrary, if I were to say these words in the same manner at my current age of 18, I would still be laughed at. Unfortunately nowadays this butchered attempt at English would not fall into the category of a cute mistake.
In Giselle’s fairytale world in Enchanted she soon realizes that just singing a song and wishing for a prince will not help you find your true love. For true love you must work hard at making your relationship succeed, and allowing it to grow. This requires putting both time and effort into the relationship. Giselle decides against her fairytale land customs. The leading lady chooses not to marry her prince immediately after meeting him, but learn about her supposed prince charming and see if the two of them are compatible rather than just marrying based on physical appearance and high rank in the government.
The home camera’s lens now is focused on the dance stage of my first ballet recital. I, like every child on stage, am standing in a ridiculous hot pink tutu. The sequins on my flashy costume reflect into the lens of the camera creating an intense glare on the screen. The song begins and unfortunately we, the dancers who have practiced once a week for the past six months, stand there, frozen, searching for a familiar face in the audience. Once we find this face we wave and smile. We each exit the stage with a curtsey causing the audience to burst into applause. In present day situations when giving an oral report to a group I will still look for that familiar face to soothe me. Unfortunately this time when I freeze I am not greeted with the same applause and praise.The water from my mouth runs dry as my palms are saturated. Stuttering and shaking the audience begins to talk amongst themselves and heckle from afar. I can do nothing but smile as I exit the stage with an audience filled with complaints.
The word fairytale is usually associated with happily ever after and predictable marriages. Giselle, like a grown woman, knows the difference between both right versus wrong and marrying for love versus marrying for convenience. This is due to her maturation. In the end she decides against marrying her so called prince charming. She has finally matured.
The final scene of my home movie marathon begins as I process across the stage at my high school graduation. Taken less than six months ago, the microphone is able to pick up the faint voice of my parents filming the event from their seats in the muddy wet grass. Thinking that the microphone wasn’t picking up their voices, my mother states, “I never thought our little Christina would grow up to be so ‘sus sesssy fuw’ in life”. It is at that moment, while watching my graduation home video, in which I realized I have finally matured. I, like Giselle, had finally realized that some choices were deemed appropriate for a lady like myself to make. The easy way out, marrying the supposedly perfect prince, is not always a smartest decision to make. We all grow up, although the times have changed and we all have lost a bit of our cuteness, it is no longer acceptable to spit on our birthday cakes, mispronounce words, or freeze in front of a group. Taking all of this into account there is still one constant childish behavior that remains, the fight amongst family and friends all wishing for that single piece of birthday cake with the purple tongue dyeing delight.
Friday, December 7, 2007
For Better or Worse
For a freshman at college, fall is a season filled with homesickness. By the time Thanksgiving break rolls on by, freshman can't wait to come back home for family, familiarity, and good food. In turn, parents can't wait to see their little babies return to the nest and smother them with affection and calories. Family members tend to become more possessive of the time they have with you. In particular, grandparents tend to want to reconnect with the young folk and spread their worldly wisdom to the next generation. Of course, this is never received very well.
Like most moms, my mom makes it a habit of guilt-tripping me into spending time with my grandparents every once and awhile, and the visits usually do not end well for me. The latest incident was this Thanksgiving break. I was lying on the couch when my mom poked her head around the corner, and I knew she wanted something out of me. "Lizzzziiie, you haven't seen your grandparents in the longest time. Don't you think it's time to...?” The last time she uttered those words, I had a terrible time. As I recall:
I was sitting in the car with my grandma, grandpa, and mom. I was the victim of one of those things that mothers are spectacularly good at. That sly dog (aka my mom) had guilt tripped me into going out somewhere with my grandparents. It wasn’t that I minded seeing the old geezers. It was what we were about to do. Unlike a normal family, who would just go to dinner and bingo night at the senior citizens center, we were going to see a movie. Instead of spending my Friday night out with my friends having a blast, I was going to have a boring night with the g-rents.
As we headed to the movies, I was getting the usual questions and lectures. They would ask, “How are you doing in school?” or say, “Make sure you study hard.” Of course the words went into one ear and out the other. Honestly, school will always be there but my youth won’t be. The point was moot. However, I endured fifteen agonizing minutes of the badgering until I saw the blessed sight of the movie theater. Once we parked, my grandparents took their sweet old time moving their fragile bones into the theater. Not only were they dragging me there, but we were going to be late as well. Finally, we got to the front desk, and of course my chatterbox grandmother just had to converse with the lady selling tickets. The ticket lady seemed nice, but honestly, I just wanted to get the whole ordeal over with. In a little under an hour though, her kindness would be greatly appreciated.
My grandparents had purchased four tickets for Something’s Gotta Give. On the one hand, it might be a nice change from the crude humor I was used to experiencing, like that in American Pie. On the other hand, I thought it looked like a movie for the elderly because the main romance in it was between Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton. As we sat in front of the giant screen that was about to either make or break this whole excursion, I realized that I was on the end of the aisle. They couldn’t even see me, and I bet they wouldn’t have even known whether I was there. That was just great. I was stuck in a movie I didn’t even want to see, and my grandparents probably didn’t care whether I went or not.
As my frustrations rose, the movie started. I finally began to enjoy myself a little. Silence from my grandparents was golden, and as the movie progressed, I realized it had some potential. It was funny, and despite their age, Nicholson and Keaton made a cute couple in a creepy, old people sort of way. I found myself enjoying the great acting in the film. However, the fact that Nicholson dates a younger girl and then moves on to her mother is a little disturbing (or “pimpish” to some of you). Not only was that disturbing, but more and more old people nude scenes began popping up. My eyes were scarred. Obviously, that’s not the best type of film to go see with extended family.
Apparently, my grandparents felt the same way. Here’s where my night was about to go from bad to worse. Eventually, my grandma started acting up, and I could hear her whispering to my mom. Then my mother turned towards me. I thought to myself, “Great. Here we go.” That was when my mom dropped the bomb. She whispered, “You’re grandparents are feeling uncomfortable. You have to leave...NOW!” Where was I supposed to go?! It’s not like I could jump in the car and drive home! However, like the good daughter I am, I went out and sat in the lobby.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop there. I thought my luck was beginning to change when the nice ticket lady from before came over to talk to me. She knew I was supposed to be in the movie and didn’t understand why I had left. I explained to her that my grandparents didn’t feel comfortable with me in the theater. She told me that a movie was about to start in another theater, and that I could go watch that one if I wanted. Thinking “Wow, this lady is really nice,” I blindly trudged into the theater without inquiring as to what other pain I was going to have to sit through.
Quietly, I walked into the theater. Once I got around the bend though, I saw no one else was in there. I figured I was early, so I sat down and waited for the movie to begin. When the lights dimmed, all I could do was groan in disgust. It was the movie Haunted Mansion, which in case you don’t know, is a “scary” movie for five year olds. I stifled the urge to go back out and beat the nice ticket lady with a stick.
However, to my dismay, not even an hour into this movie, my mom walked into the theater. Looking around, she saw that no one else was there. She called up to me, “Grandma and Grandpa are ready to go. Come on.” I responded, “Wait. I don’t even get to finish this movie?!” All I received in return was an authoritative “No! Let’s go.” Maybe I should have been happy, seeing as it was such a terrible movie, but still, it was the principle of matter. If I’m going to start a movie, I should be able to finish it no matter how terrible it may be.
As these thoughts raced through my head, I knew that whatever my mom had in store for me, it had the potential to be very, very bad. But, seeing as I hadn't seen my family in like 2 months, I couldn't be heartless and refuse. I'd just have to accept my fate, bite the bullet, and face whatever "fun" expedition my mom had planned for me – for better or for very, very, very bad.
Don't you love fall and Thanksgiving break?
Like most moms, my mom makes it a habit of guilt-tripping me into spending time with my grandparents every once and awhile, and the visits usually do not end well for me. The latest incident was this Thanksgiving break. I was lying on the couch when my mom poked her head around the corner, and I knew she wanted something out of me. "Lizzzziiie, you haven't seen your grandparents in the longest time. Don't you think it's time to...?” The last time she uttered those words, I had a terrible time. As I recall:
I was sitting in the car with my grandma, grandpa, and mom. I was the victim of one of those things that mothers are spectacularly good at. That sly dog (aka my mom) had guilt tripped me into going out somewhere with my grandparents. It wasn’t that I minded seeing the old geezers. It was what we were about to do. Unlike a normal family, who would just go to dinner and bingo night at the senior citizens center, we were going to see a movie. Instead of spending my Friday night out with my friends having a blast, I was going to have a boring night with the g-rents.
As we headed to the movies, I was getting the usual questions and lectures. They would ask, “How are you doing in school?” or say, “Make sure you study hard.” Of course the words went into one ear and out the other. Honestly, school will always be there but my youth won’t be. The point was moot. However, I endured fifteen agonizing minutes of the badgering until I saw the blessed sight of the movie theater. Once we parked, my grandparents took their sweet old time moving their fragile bones into the theater. Not only were they dragging me there, but we were going to be late as well. Finally, we got to the front desk, and of course my chatterbox grandmother just had to converse with the lady selling tickets. The ticket lady seemed nice, but honestly, I just wanted to get the whole ordeal over with. In a little under an hour though, her kindness would be greatly appreciated.
My grandparents had purchased four tickets for Something’s Gotta Give. On the one hand, it might be a nice change from the crude humor I was used to experiencing, like that in American Pie. On the other hand, I thought it looked like a movie for the elderly because the main romance in it was between Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton. As we sat in front of the giant screen that was about to either make or break this whole excursion, I realized that I was on the end of the aisle. They couldn’t even see me, and I bet they wouldn’t have even known whether I was there. That was just great. I was stuck in a movie I didn’t even want to see, and my grandparents probably didn’t care whether I went or not.
As my frustrations rose, the movie started. I finally began to enjoy myself a little. Silence from my grandparents was golden, and as the movie progressed, I realized it had some potential. It was funny, and despite their age, Nicholson and Keaton made a cute couple in a creepy, old people sort of way. I found myself enjoying the great acting in the film. However, the fact that Nicholson dates a younger girl and then moves on to her mother is a little disturbing (or “pimpish” to some of you). Not only was that disturbing, but more and more old people nude scenes began popping up. My eyes were scarred. Obviously, that’s not the best type of film to go see with extended family.
Apparently, my grandparents felt the same way. Here’s where my night was about to go from bad to worse. Eventually, my grandma started acting up, and I could hear her whispering to my mom. Then my mother turned towards me. I thought to myself, “Great. Here we go.” That was when my mom dropped the bomb. She whispered, “You’re grandparents are feeling uncomfortable. You have to leave...NOW!” Where was I supposed to go?! It’s not like I could jump in the car and drive home! However, like the good daughter I am, I went out and sat in the lobby.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop there. I thought my luck was beginning to change when the nice ticket lady from before came over to talk to me. She knew I was supposed to be in the movie and didn’t understand why I had left. I explained to her that my grandparents didn’t feel comfortable with me in the theater. She told me that a movie was about to start in another theater, and that I could go watch that one if I wanted. Thinking “Wow, this lady is really nice,” I blindly trudged into the theater without inquiring as to what other pain I was going to have to sit through.
Quietly, I walked into the theater. Once I got around the bend though, I saw no one else was in there. I figured I was early, so I sat down and waited for the movie to begin. When the lights dimmed, all I could do was groan in disgust. It was the movie Haunted Mansion, which in case you don’t know, is a “scary” movie for five year olds. I stifled the urge to go back out and beat the nice ticket lady with a stick.
However, to my dismay, not even an hour into this movie, my mom walked into the theater. Looking around, she saw that no one else was there. She called up to me, “Grandma and Grandpa are ready to go. Come on.” I responded, “Wait. I don’t even get to finish this movie?!” All I received in return was an authoritative “No! Let’s go.” Maybe I should have been happy, seeing as it was such a terrible movie, but still, it was the principle of matter. If I’m going to start a movie, I should be able to finish it no matter how terrible it may be.
As these thoughts raced through my head, I knew that whatever my mom had in store for me, it had the potential to be very, very bad. But, seeing as I hadn't seen my family in like 2 months, I couldn't be heartless and refuse. I'd just have to accept my fate, bite the bullet, and face whatever "fun" expedition my mom had planned for me – for better or for very, very, very bad.
Don't you love fall and Thanksgiving break?
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Turkey, Stuffing, and Miss Piggy?
Turkey, Stuffing, and Miss Piggy?
The Boscov’s Thanksgiving Parade takes place the Thursday of Thanksgiving at 8:15 every year no matter the weather. It could be raining, or snowing, or maybe sunny; whatever the case, the show must go on! The parade begins at 20th and Market and continues down Market until it reaches 15th street. The parade then takes a turn onto Arch and finally down the Benjamin Franklin Parkway.
This may not seem to be the most exciting event for college students, and I know it is not at the top of your to do list, but I promise it is worth your time. If you are not from the area and are not going home for the holiday you should definitely consider attending. What else will you really be doing at 8 in the morning besides sleeping? This is not a valid excuse. You can sleep any other time you want. This is one of the events you can take part in and actually get a feel for the city of brotherly love. Just be forewarned, if you are indeed going to embark on this popular activity, make sure to dress accordingly for you will be standing outside for a while.
As you many have guessed, the parade is a very old tradition in Philadelphia. It may not seem to be a big deal for those who are not from Philadelphia or New York, but to the natives, it is a HUGE deal! It may be just as big of a deal as the actual holiday. The parade is known as the oldest Thanksgiving Day parade in the country. The original name of the parade was Gimbels’ Thanksgiving Day Parade, after the old department store. Ellis Gimbel, the founder of the department store, dreamt that everyone would shop at his store for their holiday presents. He knew this would not just magically happen so he made a plan. He instructed his employees to dress up and go out to the streets on Thanksgiving day to attract customers; therefore creating the first Thanksgiving Day Parade. When Gimbels shut down, Boscov’s continued the tradition.
The popularity of the parade has increased each year and is shown every year on WPVI. It is also broadcasted to other stations throughout the United States as well as on the worldwide web. You are guaranteed to see the most spectacular balloons, floats, live music, and other performances at the parade each year. The highlight of the parade is the finale. Children beg their parents each year to attend and anxiously watch the whole time just for the end of the parade. This is when Santa arrives for the first time of the season.
The parade has the same basic setup every year, but I assure you, it never gets boring. The parade is not one of those things that you can say, “If I’ve seen it once, I’ve seen it a million times.” The show is a different experience every year you attend. The parade opens every year with a few floats. As soon as the first float is seen, they entire crowd goes wild. It is hard to explain what an amazing feeling it is to see these floats in person. It is hard to grasp how large they actually are. After the floats have started their route, there is a performance. These performances can range from young ballerinas to popular musicians. You never know what you will get, but they are always entertaining. More floats and balloons are the next things to appear in the procession. There is then another break for more performances. They usually save the most extravagant floats and best performers till last. After all the floats and performances are done, it is time for Santa to come. Each year Santa Claus walks down the Art Museum steps and boards his float to finish out the parade. As you can imagine, this is the long awaited event of the parade. After all these years I didn’t think it would be as exciting as it once was. However, I must admit, I even found myself getting excited to see Santa. When you see him for the first time, the feeling you use to get when you were little comes back, and you cannot help but smile. At that moment in time, nothing could be more important than waving to Santa.
This year, I woke up early Thursday morning and got dressed for a long day. Being a Philadelphia resident for my entire life, attending the parade had become a tradition of mine. I know longer think about Thanksgiving without the parade. Since I had been attending for many years I hurried to get my favorite spot. I personally think a good spot is right outside the Philadelphia Art Museum . All the performances take place at the bottom of the Art Museum steps.. If you stand here you get a good view of the floats and the performances. I stood there with my family and friends and anxiously waited for the parade to start. This year the weather was beautiful, so there was no need to cuddle for warmth. There is no better feeling than standing in that crowd of people. I don’t think I can think of many other times in my life when almost everyone around me was happy. As you scan the crowds all you see is smiling faces. There are people of all ages and races. There are families with children as well as elderly couples all there for the same purpose; to see the parade. Everyone is friendly so don’t be scared to turn around and say happy holidays to your neighbor.
There were some new, old, and redesigned balloons and floats this year. The new balloons were a cornucopia, holiday presents, Alvin Chipmunk, Penguins, Wizard, Santa Garfield, and my personal favorite Paddington Bear. I was very excited that they brought back the Miss Piggy balloon. It was always a favorite of mine. They also brought back T-Rex and the Cow Jumped over the moon and redesigned Curious George (which was adorable). The new float this year was called Under the Sea, High School Musical on Ice. This was the first time that a float had an ice skating rink on it! It was cool to see people actually ice skating on the float as it went down the street. There are also different performers that come each year. This year Keke Palmer, Josh Gracin, Anwar Robinson, Bianca Ryan were there. The cast of High School Musical on Ice also performed on their float and the Philadelphia Eagles Cheerleaders helped to entertain the crowd.
I really think that this is something that people of all ages and interests can enjoy. I know this may not be something a college student would normally consider attending, but I think it is at least worth trying. It is a time to be around your loved ones as well as strangers and still feel at home. This is something that could help you feel at home if you are feeling homesick away at college. You will most definitely get in touch with your inner child. And just think about it, with all the food and people it is like a huge party in the middle of the day!
The Boscov’s Thanksgiving Parade takes place the Thursday of Thanksgiving at 8:15 every year no matter the weather. It could be raining, or snowing, or maybe sunny; whatever the case, the show must go on! The parade begins at 20th and Market and continues down Market until it reaches 15th street. The parade then takes a turn onto Arch and finally down the Benjamin Franklin Parkway.
This may not seem to be the most exciting event for college students, and I know it is not at the top of your to do list, but I promise it is worth your time. If you are not from the area and are not going home for the holiday you should definitely consider attending. What else will you really be doing at 8 in the morning besides sleeping? This is not a valid excuse. You can sleep any other time you want. This is one of the events you can take part in and actually get a feel for the city of brotherly love. Just be forewarned, if you are indeed going to embark on this popular activity, make sure to dress accordingly for you will be standing outside for a while.
As you many have guessed, the parade is a very old tradition in Philadelphia. It may not seem to be a big deal for those who are not from Philadelphia or New York, but to the natives, it is a HUGE deal! It may be just as big of a deal as the actual holiday. The parade is known as the oldest Thanksgiving Day parade in the country. The original name of the parade was Gimbels’ Thanksgiving Day Parade, after the old department store. Ellis Gimbel, the founder of the department store, dreamt that everyone would shop at his store for their holiday presents. He knew this would not just magically happen so he made a plan. He instructed his employees to dress up and go out to the streets on Thanksgiving day to attract customers; therefore creating the first Thanksgiving Day Parade. When Gimbels shut down, Boscov’s continued the tradition.
The popularity of the parade has increased each year and is shown every year on WPVI. It is also broadcasted to other stations throughout the United States as well as on the worldwide web. You are guaranteed to see the most spectacular balloons, floats, live music, and other performances at the parade each year. The highlight of the parade is the finale. Children beg their parents each year to attend and anxiously watch the whole time just for the end of the parade. This is when Santa arrives for the first time of the season.
The parade has the same basic setup every year, but I assure you, it never gets boring. The parade is not one of those things that you can say, “If I’ve seen it once, I’ve seen it a million times.” The show is a different experience every year you attend. The parade opens every year with a few floats. As soon as the first float is seen, they entire crowd goes wild. It is hard to explain what an amazing feeling it is to see these floats in person. It is hard to grasp how large they actually are. After the floats have started their route, there is a performance. These performances can range from young ballerinas to popular musicians. You never know what you will get, but they are always entertaining. More floats and balloons are the next things to appear in the procession. There is then another break for more performances. They usually save the most extravagant floats and best performers till last. After all the floats and performances are done, it is time for Santa to come. Each year Santa Claus walks down the Art Museum steps and boards his float to finish out the parade. As you can imagine, this is the long awaited event of the parade. After all these years I didn’t think it would be as exciting as it once was. However, I must admit, I even found myself getting excited to see Santa. When you see him for the first time, the feeling you use to get when you were little comes back, and you cannot help but smile. At that moment in time, nothing could be more important than waving to Santa.
This year, I woke up early Thursday morning and got dressed for a long day. Being a Philadelphia resident for my entire life, attending the parade had become a tradition of mine. I know longer think about Thanksgiving without the parade. Since I had been attending for many years I hurried to get my favorite spot. I personally think a good spot is right outside the Philadelphia Art Museum . All the performances take place at the bottom of the Art Museum steps.. If you stand here you get a good view of the floats and the performances. I stood there with my family and friends and anxiously waited for the parade to start. This year the weather was beautiful, so there was no need to cuddle for warmth. There is no better feeling than standing in that crowd of people. I don’t think I can think of many other times in my life when almost everyone around me was happy. As you scan the crowds all you see is smiling faces. There are people of all ages and races. There are families with children as well as elderly couples all there for the same purpose; to see the parade. Everyone is friendly so don’t be scared to turn around and say happy holidays to your neighbor.
There were some new, old, and redesigned balloons and floats this year. The new balloons were a cornucopia, holiday presents, Alvin Chipmunk, Penguins, Wizard, Santa Garfield, and my personal favorite Paddington Bear. I was very excited that they brought back the Miss Piggy balloon. It was always a favorite of mine. They also brought back T-Rex and the Cow Jumped over the moon and redesigned Curious George (which was adorable). The new float this year was called Under the Sea, High School Musical on Ice. This was the first time that a float had an ice skating rink on it! It was cool to see people actually ice skating on the float as it went down the street. There are also different performers that come each year. This year Keke Palmer, Josh Gracin, Anwar Robinson, Bianca Ryan were there. The cast of High School Musical on Ice also performed on their float and the Philadelphia Eagles Cheerleaders helped to entertain the crowd.
I really think that this is something that people of all ages and interests can enjoy. I know this may not be something a college student would normally consider attending, but I think it is at least worth trying. It is a time to be around your loved ones as well as strangers and still feel at home. This is something that could help you feel at home if you are feeling homesick away at college. You will most definitely get in touch with your inner child. And just think about it, with all the food and people it is like a huge party in the middle of the day!
Friday, November 16, 2007
A Devil in the Midst
Avoiding a midterm that you’re supposed to be studying for on a Thursday night? Then I highly suggest going to a Flyers’ game. There’s no better way to procrastinate, guaranteed. My roommate’s boyfriend had managed to score tickets for a big game between the Flyers and Devils, two major rivals. It promised to be an interesting and intense game, with at least one fight bound to break out on the ice. Now that I think about it, there would probably be a few fights off the ice as well. I had been looking forward to the game all week…Game On!!!!
After enduring another boring day of class, I walked back to the dorm and proceeded to get my game face on. Once I finished my hour long shower, I went through fifty different outfits trying to find the perfect one for the game. I had to find just the right outfit that said, “I’m a fun-loving sporty babe, but not a manly girl.” Living in Philadelphia, I naturally assumed we would be rooting for the Flyers, but to my duress and apprehension, my roommate’s boyfriend was sporting a New Jersey Devils ensemble. Noting how nervous I was, he assured me nothing unfortunate would befall upon us. Apparently, he wasn’t too sure himself either, and before we made it to the subway, he had pulled a hoodie over his jersey. For you female partiers, it’s kind of like when you lived back at home and had to cover up your revealing outfits with a hoodie in order to escape your father’s radar. With his assurances in mind, I was ready to enjoy my first Flyers game.
That didn’t last for long. It was our misfortune to walk by a New Jersey Devils fan who was proudly displaying his jersey in the sketchy tunnels of the subway. During the taunts of all the Flyers fans, he still proudly held his head up. That was until they proceeded to beat the living crap out of him, as he curled up in a ball on the ground whimpering. My heart skipped a beat…or two…or three. We were screwed. What was I thinking tagging along with a group of enthusiastic New Jersey Devils fans? I fixed him with my best evil glare as he cowered back in fear. I’m sure he immediately regretted his decision.
When we got to the game, we were swept through the gates with thousands of other half intoxicated hockey fans. Obviously, they had pre-gamed before attending the hockey game, ensuring a rowdy crowd. My only previous experience at a hockey game was at the outdated Mellon Arena in Pittsburgh, featuring the Pittsburgh Penguins-my favorite hockey team. I was pleasantly surprised by the enthusiasm of the crowd because back at home, hardly anybody gave a crap about the Penguins. Here, everyone, excluding my Devil’s entourage and the poor guy at the subway, was decked out in their orange and white Philadelphia Flyers jerseys, and the fans chanted and cheered for anything Philadelphia-related. We gingerly maneuvered our way through the angry mob, and cautiously sat in our seats.
Surrounding us was a sea of orange, white, and black. Glancing around, I noticed what we were up against. Fans had their faces painted with the colors of the home team. Not only did one man have his face and body completely covered in orange, white, and black paint, but he also had a huge mohawk that he dyed the colors of the Flyers. Moreover, the fans managed to coordinate a perfect “Lets go Flyers” cheer multiple times without regard for the score or the state of the game. They also made signs to hold up and did insane things to get on the jumbo screen. Never did I feel more like a sitting duck with the hunters wearing orange and black ready to shoot me.
Fortunately, my roommate’s boyfriend seemed to show no inclination to display his team colors, so I relaxed for a bit and managed to enjoy the first period of the game. Once again I noted the differences between here and back home. Coming from Mellon Arena, which is quite possibly the crappiest arena in all hockeydom, the newly built Wachovia Center blew Mellon Arena out of the water. Not only were the facilities more sophisticated looking, they also had a wide array of special effect lighting and high quality television displays. As the game progressed, the special effects only worked to heighten the crowd’s fervor.
Speaking of the game, it was a heated battle between the two teams with neither team making much headway within the first period. As predicted, elevated frustrations levels lead to entertaining brawls on the ice. After all, what’s a hockey game without a fight…or ten? As the testosterone levels rose, my roommate’s boyfriend suddenly felt the need to prove himself as a man. Because the Devil’s weren’t losing, he was lead into a false sense of security and whipped off his hoodie, and the red white and blue clashed horribly with the orange and black. I waited for the inevitable profanities and upcoming bloodshed.
Nor was I disappointed. Almost before he whipped off his hoodie, the catcalls and jeers began raining down upon us. Unluckily for him, this was when the Philadelphia Flyers decided to stop messing around and actually kick some devil ass. By the end of the second period, the Devil’s were behind three to nothing, and the crowd really started going nuts. His team having let him down, my friend decided to take off his jersey. The non-stop catcalls and putdowns might have had something to do with it as well. Who knows? At least bloodshed was temporarily avoided, but we still weren’t out of the danger zone yet. When we were on the subway heading back, people mocked his crumpled up Devil’s jersey that he attempted to hide. However, at least this time they were good humored about the whole ordeal since their fan fever had abated.
Riding the subway back from the game, I was thoroughly pumped after watching the four to nothing slaughter the Flyers had accomplished. Time had flown by so quickly, and everything that happened was a happy blur in my mind. Going out for some fun was definitely worth not studying for that midterm tomorrow morning.
After enduring another boring day of class, I walked back to the dorm and proceeded to get my game face on. Once I finished my hour long shower, I went through fifty different outfits trying to find the perfect one for the game. I had to find just the right outfit that said, “I’m a fun-loving sporty babe, but not a manly girl.” Living in Philadelphia, I naturally assumed we would be rooting for the Flyers, but to my duress and apprehension, my roommate’s boyfriend was sporting a New Jersey Devils ensemble. Noting how nervous I was, he assured me nothing unfortunate would befall upon us. Apparently, he wasn’t too sure himself either, and before we made it to the subway, he had pulled a hoodie over his jersey. For you female partiers, it’s kind of like when you lived back at home and had to cover up your revealing outfits with a hoodie in order to escape your father’s radar. With his assurances in mind, I was ready to enjoy my first Flyers game.
That didn’t last for long. It was our misfortune to walk by a New Jersey Devils fan who was proudly displaying his jersey in the sketchy tunnels of the subway. During the taunts of all the Flyers fans, he still proudly held his head up. That was until they proceeded to beat the living crap out of him, as he curled up in a ball on the ground whimpering. My heart skipped a beat…or two…or three. We were screwed. What was I thinking tagging along with a group of enthusiastic New Jersey Devils fans? I fixed him with my best evil glare as he cowered back in fear. I’m sure he immediately regretted his decision.
When we got to the game, we were swept through the gates with thousands of other half intoxicated hockey fans. Obviously, they had pre-gamed before attending the hockey game, ensuring a rowdy crowd. My only previous experience at a hockey game was at the outdated Mellon Arena in Pittsburgh, featuring the Pittsburgh Penguins-my favorite hockey team. I was pleasantly surprised by the enthusiasm of the crowd because back at home, hardly anybody gave a crap about the Penguins. Here, everyone, excluding my Devil’s entourage and the poor guy at the subway, was decked out in their orange and white Philadelphia Flyers jerseys, and the fans chanted and cheered for anything Philadelphia-related. We gingerly maneuvered our way through the angry mob, and cautiously sat in our seats.
Surrounding us was a sea of orange, white, and black. Glancing around, I noticed what we were up against. Fans had their faces painted with the colors of the home team. Not only did one man have his face and body completely covered in orange, white, and black paint, but he also had a huge mohawk that he dyed the colors of the Flyers. Moreover, the fans managed to coordinate a perfect “Lets go Flyers” cheer multiple times without regard for the score or the state of the game. They also made signs to hold up and did insane things to get on the jumbo screen. Never did I feel more like a sitting duck with the hunters wearing orange and black ready to shoot me.
Fortunately, my roommate’s boyfriend seemed to show no inclination to display his team colors, so I relaxed for a bit and managed to enjoy the first period of the game. Once again I noted the differences between here and back home. Coming from Mellon Arena, which is quite possibly the crappiest arena in all hockeydom, the newly built Wachovia Center blew Mellon Arena out of the water. Not only were the facilities more sophisticated looking, they also had a wide array of special effect lighting and high quality television displays. As the game progressed, the special effects only worked to heighten the crowd’s fervor.
Speaking of the game, it was a heated battle between the two teams with neither team making much headway within the first period. As predicted, elevated frustrations levels lead to entertaining brawls on the ice. After all, what’s a hockey game without a fight…or ten? As the testosterone levels rose, my roommate’s boyfriend suddenly felt the need to prove himself as a man. Because the Devil’s weren’t losing, he was lead into a false sense of security and whipped off his hoodie, and the red white and blue clashed horribly with the orange and black. I waited for the inevitable profanities and upcoming bloodshed.
Nor was I disappointed. Almost before he whipped off his hoodie, the catcalls and jeers began raining down upon us. Unluckily for him, this was when the Philadelphia Flyers decided to stop messing around and actually kick some devil ass. By the end of the second period, the Devil’s were behind three to nothing, and the crowd really started going nuts. His team having let him down, my friend decided to take off his jersey. The non-stop catcalls and putdowns might have had something to do with it as well. Who knows? At least bloodshed was temporarily avoided, but we still weren’t out of the danger zone yet. When we were on the subway heading back, people mocked his crumpled up Devil’s jersey that he attempted to hide. However, at least this time they were good humored about the whole ordeal since their fan fever had abated.
Riding the subway back from the game, I was thoroughly pumped after watching the four to nothing slaughter the Flyers had accomplished. Time had flown by so quickly, and everything that happened was a happy blur in my mind. Going out for some fun was definitely worth not studying for that midterm tomorrow morning.
Gut Buster
Do you consider yourself to be the “Go big or go home type”? My friends and I think that overall we fit this definition. I think of college as a time when we can re-invent ourselves, test limits, and learn new things. A rite of passage for college students in Philadelphia, the Philly Challenge allows you to pick the time this event takes place and the people who you will attend this challenge with. Go before a night out or after that big midterm that had taken over your social nightlife for the past week and a half. Just go once though, otherwise you are truly aiding in America’s obesity problem.
You can pick either daytime or nighttime for this adventure. Knowing my readers I would advise for you, like I did, to complete this gut busting challenge at night. By choosing the night option you and your friends will be ready to go out and let loose. For me this event occurred on a balmy fall night around 9 pm. A group of Drexel Dragons boarded the Market Frankford Line towards 2nd Street; from Drexel’s campus it was the Market Frankford East line, for a total of two dollars per person. Embarking on this adventure from University of Penn will also require you to take the Market Frankford line, whereas a Temple Owl will need to first take the Broad Street subway line to the Market Frankford line. The subway is an acquired taste. The urine and trash begin to waft itself into your nasal passage as you walk. While walking through the platforms some maneuvering is usually required. Most likely you will find yourself moving around a puddle of something or another, avoiding trash from someone’s mid-day snack, and/or dodging the occasional bum. But after a few rides you, like me, will appreciate SEPTA. Without a car on campus or parents chauffeuring me around “Daddy SEPTA” has provided a reliable way for me to get my food, clothing, and adventuring accomplished without much hassle or cost. I guess the faint at heart could always spring for a cab. But unfortunately, money does not grow on the trees outside of my dorm thus those pricey cab rides need to be avoided if possible.
I feel like I should be honest with my always-intrigued college readers; SEPTA provides no amazingly direct and convenient route towards South Street. With a walk that took about thirty minutes, including our detours and shenanigans, one could say that we had both a great journey and destination. We got off at 2nd street, yet again I am going to be honest; we were all perturbed on the correct direction of South Street based on where we were positioned after resurfacing from the subway. Seeing only historical buildings, we knew this was not what we wanted. That night we learned an important lesson. Contrary to popular belief finding a cop in the city of Philadelphia is not as easy as one would think. After walking five blocks in what we soon found out was the wrong direction we decided that a horse and buggy tour guide’s directions would need to suffice for the nonexistent cop’s guidance within the city. And to think, people wonder why Philadelphia’s crime count is so large!
Once the horseman led us into the correct direction, of course this direction was given in conjunction with about thirty advertisements for his personal buggy service that included a tour of the city and velvet blanket for the ride, we all heard the rumble within our stomachs. This rumble was audible from several feet away and seemed to multiply with each step towards South Street.
Do the words oozing grease, sugar, food dye, and large enough portions to make the healthiest heart clog-sound like an adventure to you? In reality Philly cheese steaks, pizza, and Italian Water Ice really is an adventure. Moseying down South Street you will first need to locate Lorenzo Pizza. This pizza is unlike anything you have ever seen before. After standing in a fast paced line to get your piping hot plain pizza, the standard paper plate will not suffice for this greasy deliciousness. Instead you must use two plates to hold this edible delight, and the tip will still hang over the edge. But DO NOT eat your pizza! Instead bring it with you to Jim’s Steaks. The smell of melting cheese, oregano, and just all around Italian-ness will penetrate your nose and make your mouth water. I felt my body temperate rising. At first I thought maybe this sudden rise in temperate was due to my increasing excitement for the challenge before me. But, I soon realized this warmth was actually my hand burning due to the sizzling pizza.
Traveling down South Street toward Jim’s Steaks can be an interesting time. With stores such as “Condom Kingdom” and exotic dancing supply stores, window-shopping provided a delightful laugh for my friends and me. When approaching Jim’s Steaks the first thing you see will not be the store’s sign or the store itself. Instead you will first lay eyes on the line that, most likely, surrounds the block and encroaches upon the next street.
After waiting in line for approximately ten to fifteen minutes the pressure was on. I opted for the “cheese wit” while others got “provolone wit’ out”. Knowing the lingo to ordering becomes crucial. This is where the natives and tourists are clearly defined. The woman in front of us during our time at Jim’s Steaks had fallen victim to mis-ordering. The punishment for this was being sent to the end of the line. Once our gaggle of Drexel freshman reached the front of the line the workers automatically knew that the Philly Challenge was underway. I have a feeling that the large slices of pizza within each of our hands also gave them a tip to what we had truly come to South Street and more specifically Jim’s Steaks for. While in line, everyone including the old ladies out with their group of bingo buddies of fifteen years and the bikers from suburbia, all questioned our motives. Upon hearing our story they had all laughed and wished us luck in completing our task.
After grabbing my “cheese wit” I climbed the stairs to the seating above, telling myself on the way that the total amount of walking I had accomplished up until that point that night would cancel out all of the, excuse my language, “shit” I was about to eat. The tables were covered with crumbs and the atmosphere was extremely rowdy. Everyone knew that it was more than worth it. And so step one of the Philly Challenge began. Wrapping our previously bought pizza around the cheese steak creating a sandwich big enough for Goliath to snack on. The sandwich dripped everywhere leaving a trail of yellow grease stains on the paper plate, which at one time was not big enough to hold the first part of this adventure.
After gorging ourselves in this Philly feast step two of our edible adventure was just two blocks north on South Street. Rita’s water ice is one of Philadelphia’s most famous desserts. After grabbing the tongue staining red, green, or pink frozen wonder we all started our long walk back towards the subway.
Subways, walking, intriguing stores, food, friends, and Philadelphia were all key parts to this event. Without any of these parts the event wouldn’t have been so grand. This late night adventure will provide enough Facebook and MySpace profile pictures to last you till the end of the month, thus allowing you to take down the goofy one of you and your best friend trashed after last week’s frat part. Overall I will give this adventure and challenge of mine that I have completed four and a half stars out of five.
You can pick either daytime or nighttime for this adventure. Knowing my readers I would advise for you, like I did, to complete this gut busting challenge at night. By choosing the night option you and your friends will be ready to go out and let loose. For me this event occurred on a balmy fall night around 9 pm. A group of Drexel Dragons boarded the Market Frankford Line towards 2nd Street; from Drexel’s campus it was the Market Frankford East line, for a total of two dollars per person. Embarking on this adventure from University of Penn will also require you to take the Market Frankford line, whereas a Temple Owl will need to first take the Broad Street subway line to the Market Frankford line. The subway is an acquired taste. The urine and trash begin to waft itself into your nasal passage as you walk. While walking through the platforms some maneuvering is usually required. Most likely you will find yourself moving around a puddle of something or another, avoiding trash from someone’s mid-day snack, and/or dodging the occasional bum. But after a few rides you, like me, will appreciate SEPTA. Without a car on campus or parents chauffeuring me around “Daddy SEPTA” has provided a reliable way for me to get my food, clothing, and adventuring accomplished without much hassle or cost. I guess the faint at heart could always spring for a cab. But unfortunately, money does not grow on the trees outside of my dorm thus those pricey cab rides need to be avoided if possible.
I feel like I should be honest with my always-intrigued college readers; SEPTA provides no amazingly direct and convenient route towards South Street. With a walk that took about thirty minutes, including our detours and shenanigans, one could say that we had both a great journey and destination. We got off at 2nd street, yet again I am going to be honest; we were all perturbed on the correct direction of South Street based on where we were positioned after resurfacing from the subway. Seeing only historical buildings, we knew this was not what we wanted. That night we learned an important lesson. Contrary to popular belief finding a cop in the city of Philadelphia is not as easy as one would think. After walking five blocks in what we soon found out was the wrong direction we decided that a horse and buggy tour guide’s directions would need to suffice for the nonexistent cop’s guidance within the city. And to think, people wonder why Philadelphia’s crime count is so large!
Once the horseman led us into the correct direction, of course this direction was given in conjunction with about thirty advertisements for his personal buggy service that included a tour of the city and velvet blanket for the ride, we all heard the rumble within our stomachs. This rumble was audible from several feet away and seemed to multiply with each step towards South Street.
Do the words oozing grease, sugar, food dye, and large enough portions to make the healthiest heart clog-sound like an adventure to you? In reality Philly cheese steaks, pizza, and Italian Water Ice really is an adventure. Moseying down South Street you will first need to locate Lorenzo Pizza. This pizza is unlike anything you have ever seen before. After standing in a fast paced line to get your piping hot plain pizza, the standard paper plate will not suffice for this greasy deliciousness. Instead you must use two plates to hold this edible delight, and the tip will still hang over the edge. But DO NOT eat your pizza! Instead bring it with you to Jim’s Steaks. The smell of melting cheese, oregano, and just all around Italian-ness will penetrate your nose and make your mouth water. I felt my body temperate rising. At first I thought maybe this sudden rise in temperate was due to my increasing excitement for the challenge before me. But, I soon realized this warmth was actually my hand burning due to the sizzling pizza.
Traveling down South Street toward Jim’s Steaks can be an interesting time. With stores such as “Condom Kingdom” and exotic dancing supply stores, window-shopping provided a delightful laugh for my friends and me. When approaching Jim’s Steaks the first thing you see will not be the store’s sign or the store itself. Instead you will first lay eyes on the line that, most likely, surrounds the block and encroaches upon the next street.
After waiting in line for approximately ten to fifteen minutes the pressure was on. I opted for the “cheese wit” while others got “provolone wit’ out”. Knowing the lingo to ordering becomes crucial. This is where the natives and tourists are clearly defined. The woman in front of us during our time at Jim’s Steaks had fallen victim to mis-ordering. The punishment for this was being sent to the end of the line. Once our gaggle of Drexel freshman reached the front of the line the workers automatically knew that the Philly Challenge was underway. I have a feeling that the large slices of pizza within each of our hands also gave them a tip to what we had truly come to South Street and more specifically Jim’s Steaks for. While in line, everyone including the old ladies out with their group of bingo buddies of fifteen years and the bikers from suburbia, all questioned our motives. Upon hearing our story they had all laughed and wished us luck in completing our task.
After grabbing my “cheese wit” I climbed the stairs to the seating above, telling myself on the way that the total amount of walking I had accomplished up until that point that night would cancel out all of the, excuse my language, “shit” I was about to eat. The tables were covered with crumbs and the atmosphere was extremely rowdy. Everyone knew that it was more than worth it. And so step one of the Philly Challenge began. Wrapping our previously bought pizza around the cheese steak creating a sandwich big enough for Goliath to snack on. The sandwich dripped everywhere leaving a trail of yellow grease stains on the paper plate, which at one time was not big enough to hold the first part of this adventure.
After gorging ourselves in this Philly feast step two of our edible adventure was just two blocks north on South Street. Rita’s water ice is one of Philadelphia’s most famous desserts. After grabbing the tongue staining red, green, or pink frozen wonder we all started our long walk back towards the subway.
Subways, walking, intriguing stores, food, friends, and Philadelphia were all key parts to this event. Without any of these parts the event wouldn’t have been so grand. This late night adventure will provide enough Facebook and MySpace profile pictures to last you till the end of the month, thus allowing you to take down the goofy one of you and your best friend trashed after last week’s frat part. Overall I will give this adventure and challenge of mine that I have completed four and a half stars out of five.
As the Shot was Taken…
On a Friday night during basketball season it is hard to approach 33rd and market without hearing, “D-D-D-D-R-R-R-R-E-E-E-E-XEL-XEL! GOOO DREXEL!!!,“ or smelling a faint smell of pizza grease. Drexel students love to have fun and love their school and are not afraid to show it. Any chance students get, they “rep” their school. Sporting evens are a particular time that students can do this. Most schools are able to share their school spirit at a football game. Since Drexel does not have a football team, students anxiously wait for basketball season to start. Fans get excited for every game. Students know that game night will always be a fun party! Especially on this particular Friday night. This would be one of the biggest games of the season. The Drexel Dragons opened the season with a game against the University of Pennsylvania Quakers. This game was well promoted offering free tickets on a specific day as well as a free DAC PACK t-shirts; and we all know how much college students love free t-shirts. Flyers were posted all over both Penn and Drexel’s campus. Everyone knew this would be a good game and couldn’t wait for the opening tip off. The night started at 5:30 at Drexel’s Athletic Center (DAC). Here is where almost every Drexel student gathered to “get pumped” for the game. Everywhere you looked you saw blue and gold clothing, pom-poms, jewelry, as well as face pant. If you were not there in your blue and gold people would have looked at you like you were crazy!. There was an abundance of free stuff, and we all know college students love free stuff. You could get some food to hold you over for the game as well as pom-poms to cheer your favorite team on. The smell of pizza and soda was in the air, and everyone knew it would be there for the entire night. Some may doubt why so many people were there. Though some people were probably there for the free food and paraphernalia, it was very apparent the majority of attendees were there to have fun and cheer for their school. I am not one to argue that free stuff is not cool, but Drexel fans bleed blue and gold. This pre-game pep rallied acted as a perfect event for everyone to socialize and meet new people. Everyone in the room had something in common, a love for Drexel. After about an hour of excitement had passed, the massive number of Drexel fans started there walk to the game located of Penn’s campus at The Palestra . This was no quiet walk. The cheers from the fans could be heard over the loud honking of rush hour traffic. Not one person in the crowd was not loud and energetic. Due to the abundance of noise it seemed as if the pep rally never ended. The excitement that was built up at the DAC was being spread through the streets. Some cars even honked in approval at us and joined in the commotion. As I looked around at the crowd, it was apparent that these students felt like they were on cloud 9. Nothing could bring them down; Except losing of course, and this was the furthest thing from anyone’s brain. This walk that would normally feel long in the cold, went by extremely fast that night. Walking down the street in that crowd felt like a huge party. Before anyone knew it, the crowd was outside the building and ready for the real action to start. The second the crowd reached the gym doors, your could feel everyone’s adrenaline rising. Soon the players would hit the court and it would be game time. Even though in reality it was only a matter of minutes before tip off, those few moments seemed like an eternity. The crowd was anxious and ready to go. As everyone took their respected sides, the rivalry between the fans began. It almost seemed like the fans were having a “cheer-off” and everyone knew it. The cheers immediately started. People sat in amazement at the excitement. Others wondered who would cheer louder or longer or who would have the best cheers? Each side was determined to out do the other and took advantage of every chance they got. As the ball was tipped-off, the fans just got more rowdy. Their intensity levels simply grew. One would think that as the game wore on, the fans would get tired and start to die down. This was not the case at this game. The score was close the entire game. Each team took at turn capturing the lead. This made every moment just as exciting as the last. In the final minutes of the game Drexel was up by a basket. The Drexel Dragons thought they had it in the bag, but knew the game was not over yet. As the clock counted down, 5-4-3, Penn took a shot tying the game up, 2, the ball went through the hoop-1. The fans went nuts! They excitement in the room was so intense no one could tear their eyes from the court. The game went into overtime and so did the fans. The Drexel dragons won in overtime. The crowd went wild. It was the perfect ending for a Drexel student. Their faces were glowing! However not so much for those who attend Penn. It was apparent that they were upset. Some of their nights may have even been ruined. Hopefully they could appreciate what a good game it was though. These types of events, sporting events, are perfect for the party type of student in University City. They are a great way to start off your night and find a fun after party to attend. You are surrounded with people who want to have fun just like you. Sporting events are great ways to network and meet new people as well. You can meet new people from your college as well as people from the opposing team. You are sure to have a good time because of the enthusiasm that these types of events bring. They usually start relatively early leaving your plans for the night open. You can then fill this time with new friends you made at the game, or old friends you went with. I most definitely had a great time at this game. I would rate my night a 5 out of 5. The school spirit and exciting basketball game could not have been any better.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Name: RoomDwellerHometown: North Plainfield
Major: Environmental Engineering
Dream Job: Ice cream scooper
Favorite Website: http://www.xkcd.com/
Favorite Band/Artist: Freezepop
Song on repeat in your ipod: Vacation by Freezepop
Favorite Word: mortify
Favorite Book: Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
Fun Fact: My younger brother and I have both been mistaken for the opposite gender.
Name: The Outsider
Hometown: Pittsburgh PA
Major: Math
Dream Job: Unemployed millionaire but I guess I'll settle for Actuary
Favorite Website: Yahoo Games :-D
Favorite Band/Artist: I really can't pick a favorite...The Doors, DMB, Bob Marley, Lifehouse
Song on repeat in your ipod: Blinded by Third Eye Blind
Favorite Word: Shenanagans
Favorite Book: Pride and Prejudice
Fun Fact: I have a fish tank full of fishies in my dorm room
Name: Party girl
Hometown: south philadelphia
Major: mathmatics
Dream Job: a personal stylist
Favorite Website: facebook
Favorite Band/Artist: Ne-yo
Song on repeat in your ipod: Kiss Kiss-Chris Brown
Favorite Word: Same!!
Favorite Book: Something Borrowed
Fun Fact: My great Uncle is Pat, as in Pat Steaks
Name: I’ll Try Anything Once
Hometown: Holland (Bucks County), Pa
Major: Environmental Engineering
Dream Job: Here’s where it gets sticky. Although you can’t tell by my major I have many dream jobs that come before becoming an engineer. I would love to be a senator, but because of the corruption and dirtiness my parents absolutely forbid me from majoring in anything that would lead me down that path. My next dream job would be creating slogans and product names for large companies. I love a challenge of finding a creative and catchy title for a story or a product. But since they are a million people in the marketing field I figured chances of striking it big are slim to none.
Favorite Website: Cnn.com/ One.Drexel.edu
Favorite Band/Artist: Pink…. I am a teenie bopper at heart still
Song on repeat in your ipod: Thunderstuck- AC/DC Favorite
Word: Frugal. Honestly, I just enjoy the sound of the word.
Favorite Book: A Separate Peace by John Knowles
Fun Fact: I have a very off fear in life, colored tongues. Think about the color of your tongue after eating a blue Popsicle, drinking Kool Aid, or enjoying cherry water ice. I fear those foods along with any other food that will turn my teeth and tongue any color besides its natural hue. This fear began a little over a year ago, and has truly put a damper on my ability to eat junk food.
Major: Environmental Engineering
Dream Job: Ice cream scooper
Favorite Website: http://www.xkcd.com/
Favorite Band/Artist: Freezepop
Song on repeat in your ipod: Vacation by Freezepop
Favorite Word: mortify
Favorite Book: Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
Fun Fact: My younger brother and I have both been mistaken for the opposite gender.
Name: The Outsider
Hometown: Pittsburgh PA
Major: Math
Dream Job: Unemployed millionaire but I guess I'll settle for Actuary
Favorite Website: Yahoo Games :-D
Favorite Band/Artist: I really can't pick a favorite...The Doors, DMB, Bob Marley, Lifehouse
Song on repeat in your ipod: Blinded by Third Eye Blind
Favorite Word: Shenanagans
Favorite Book: Pride and Prejudice
Fun Fact: I have a fish tank full of fishies in my dorm room
Name: Party girl
Hometown: south philadelphia
Major: mathmatics
Dream Job: a personal stylist
Favorite Website: facebook
Favorite Band/Artist: Ne-yo
Song on repeat in your ipod: Kiss Kiss-Chris Brown
Favorite Word: Same!!
Favorite Book: Something Borrowed
Fun Fact: My great Uncle is Pat, as in Pat Steaks
Name: I’ll Try Anything Once
Hometown: Holland (Bucks County), Pa
Major: Environmental Engineering
Dream Job: Here’s where it gets sticky. Although you can’t tell by my major I have many dream jobs that come before becoming an engineer. I would love to be a senator, but because of the corruption and dirtiness my parents absolutely forbid me from majoring in anything that would lead me down that path. My next dream job would be creating slogans and product names for large companies. I love a challenge of finding a creative and catchy title for a story or a product. But since they are a million people in the marketing field I figured chances of striking it big are slim to none.
Favorite Website: Cnn.com/ One.Drexel.edu
Favorite Band/Artist: Pink…. I am a teenie bopper at heart still
Song on repeat in your ipod: Thunderstuck- AC/DC Favorite
Word: Frugal. Honestly, I just enjoy the sound of the word.
Favorite Book: A Separate Peace by John Knowles
Fun Fact: I have a very off fear in life, colored tongues. Think about the color of your tongue after eating a blue Popsicle, drinking Kool Aid, or enjoying cherry water ice. I fear those foods along with any other food that will turn my teeth and tongue any color besides its natural hue. This fear began a little over a year ago, and has truly put a damper on my ability to eat junk food.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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