Yellow--Coldplay
Thursday, July 8, 2010
11:22 PM


I realized that I haven't updated in a while! This post will be short though because I'm waiting for a phone call from an advisor at Penn at 11:30 pm. Yup. That's how Penn rolls. Anyways, I'll explain about this advising thing. As part of Wharton we're each assigned to a cohort (there are 8) and the cohort is basically a smaller group of students and each cohort has 60 freshmen and a bunch of upperclassmen. Each cohort is named after a different coin denomination and mine is shekel! Which I didn't find out until several weeks ago that it existed. Haha I need to brush up on my knowledge. Although it would have been cooler if I was in cohort Yuan :p Anyways there's a director in the Cohort who is in charge of calling all the freshmen to talk about questions and how Penn works but this guy is apparently being a camp counselor for 9 weeks this summer and can only call after 10 so we have to talk to him late. It's kinda weird talking to a stranger so late at night. Actually this happened July 8. And I'm only posting about it now because it has been sitting in my draft box. So I don't really remember what else I was supposed to post. I'll write a new post soon!


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30 shekels of silver...

By Blogger Johnny Bae, at July 12, 2010 at 10:40 PM  

I forgot about that D: I had to wikipedia it.

By Blogger Connie, at July 12, 2010 at 11:48 PM  

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