
reporting from… Philadelphia! 🔔 by Fiona L. '27
i tried a real philadelphia cheesesteak
Day 1 – 10/12
My plane ride to Philadelphia was about an hour long—I booked a flight with a budget airline that charged for every add on and cracked down on oversized luggage. My backpack, which served as my carry on item, was oversized, and didn’t fit in a measuring station that had been set up at the gate. Fortunately, I met another MIT student on the same flight, Jorge C ’27, and he showed me a technique to compress all my luggage as much as possible, saving me from an oversized luggage fee. It was fate that I managed to see the MIT ID in his phone while riding the Silver Line to the airport.
After getting off the plane, I met my friend Sarah Y. on the UPenn campus. I got to know her suite and meet her suitemates! I took some time to unwind and unpack in Sarah’s room, which was very cute :)
Around the suite, there was a painting on the wall that they called “The Sigma,” and a poster that asked if I had a “skibidi” day. Sarah’s door had a series of post-its on it, each one celebrating another completed week of Math 1040, the UPenn equivalent of 18.02, Multivariable Calculus. My favorite post-it was the one that read, “Math 1040 is my abusive boyfriend.”

a shot of Philadelphia
Sarah and I went to eat a Philly cheese steak and waterice, and then browsed the Philadelphia Visitor Center.

a traditional Philadelphian meal
There, I saw an adorable plush of a Philadelphia cheesesteak and a pretzel.
At night, Sarah, Rachel (one of Sarah’s suitemates) and I got Shake Shack, and we had a picnic together on the lawn outside the dorm.
My mom had warned me to be wary of my safety, since Philadelphia is known to be more dangerous than Boston. I seem to have taken it a little far during my trip to Philadelphia, telling my Sarah and Rachel that I needed to avoid being “shanked” while getting late night burgers. That Shake Shack came to be known as “Shank Shack” for the duration of the weekend.

Shank Shack picnic
Sarah let me put a new Math 1040 post-it on her wall. I chose the phrase “Math 1040: Shank or be Shanked.” 01 Although Sarah wrote it, since her handwriting was a lot prettier than mine.
I finished my day by showering in the UPenn shower :)

the upenn shower!!
Day 2 – 10/13
Friday was a museum day! Sarah and I got breakfast at La Colombe Coffee and went to Washington Square, where there happened to be a crafts market going on. It reminded me of the markets that would sometimes pop up around Boston Common.
Then, we went to the Mutter Museum, a museum that displayed various medical oddities through the rare medical conditions of individuals throughout history. (I don’t have any photos because photography was not allowed in the museum.) 02 However, I did say that something was unsettling about going to the museum. I felt like it made real people’s medical conditions out to be something to entertain or to be gawked at.

5^2 fingers
We finished off the day by going to the Rodin Museum, 03 I really liked the courtyard of this museum—something about courtyards with statues will never fail to amaze me. where there was a statue of the thinker04 I felt really special seeing it—it even reminded me a little bit of MIT’s own 'Alchemist' statue. But like the Alchemist, the Thinker was not unique, with 27 other statues pondering life all across the globe. ! Sarah and I posed in front of it in our own thinking positions.
Afterwards, we visited Reading Terminal Market, where I became very very hungry admiring the different cuisines, and had dinner at Terakawa Street. In Philadelphia, “Don’t go past 40th street” is a common saying with regards to student safety. The restaurant was right on 40th street.

40th Street Ramen
At night, I played Red Flags with some of Sarah’s friends in the dorm! It’s a game where each person tries to create an ideal partner for one player, with people being able to put “Red Flags” on their opponents’ creations to sabotage them. Some of my favorite “red flags” included “Tries to pay for everything with farm animals,” “Calls their pets their children,” and “Brings ex to first date.”
Day 3 – 10/14
On Saturday, everybody in the suite had commitments for clubs and other extracurriculars, and weren’t free to be dragged around the city by me :( However, there was one other person visiting UPenn for the weekend. Lily, a freshman from Pomona, was visiting one of Sarah’s suitemates, who she knew because they both went to the same high school in Hawaii. We took a long walk to the Philadelphia Art Museum, then had lunch at Unit Su Vege, a vegetarian Chinese restaurant.
Afterwards, I saw a giant statue near the back of the museum!

a large statue
Lily had to catch a flight back to school afterwards, so I toured the Barnes museum and the Eastern State Penitentiary by myself. I learned about an interesting rivalry that the director of the Barnes had with the Philadelphia Art Museum, where they had clashed over a painting known as “The Bathers.” 05 I found the difference between the Philadelphia Art Museum and the Barnes to be like the MFA vs. the Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum in Boston. While the former was more of a 'traditional' art museum, the latter was a collection created by a rich and eccentric individual. The Barnes consisted of around 20 rooms, all filled to the brim with artworks.
The exterior of the museum was also very beautiful!
It was said that Barnes had a strong and specific vision for his collection, sometimes shuffling into the collection at night to rearrange paintings he felt were in the wrong place. I only reached the Eastern State Penitentiary when it was almost closed, so there were few people there. It only made it seem more gloomy and moody, which fit the vibe of a prison. I found it interesting how the prison was set up to be radial in nature: 8 long corridors of cells extending from a central room. I also got to see Al Capone’s cell, which was furnished more nicely than any of the other cells in the prison.
That night, I met up with some friends I knew at UPenn. I had dinner in the dining hall with Trini, a friend I had known from online creative writing communities. Unfortunately, no pictures of the dining hall food because I did not enjoy it very much :(
Day 4 – 10/15
During my last day in Philadelphia, I went to a lecture of the fabled Math 1040. I sat next to Sarah and her friends, and kept my eyes on the professor and the chalkboard the whole time. There was a cruel irony to it: I had a much easier time paying attention to a class that wasn’t “mine,” as if my brain viewed it as a “fun talk” rather than an academic necessity.
Afterwards, I said a sad goodbye 06 I didn’t expect to be so sad, but I was to the rest of Sarah’s friends, and the two of us went to eat lunch at a restaurant off-campus, Koreana.

the food from Koreana
Some other sights I saw on the way there:
Then I went to Independence Square, where I saw the Liberty Bell, The Museum of the American Revolution, the Ben Franklin Museum, and the Betsy Ross House.
Everything was all in one place there! The Liberty Bell had a long but fast moving line. I was excited to see it, since I viewed it as Philadelphia’s most “iconic” attraction and a symbolic part of American history. 07 But, while impressive, it wasn’t my fondest memory of the weekend. Rather, it was the late night conversations with former strangers, the game of Red Flags, the trip to 'Shank Shank,' and the beautiful, beautiful, courtyard of the Barnes that first come to mind. Maybe there is a character arc in progress here, something about how the unexpected and unplanned is more important than… the ratings? The reviews? There is a blog post or a monologue or a poem hidden somewhere in here, but it is not ripe enough to pick.
I walked through Elfreth’s Alley, a historic street full of pretty old-timey houses, and I had a scoop of ice cream from Franklin’s Fountain. I thought the street was so peaceful and pretty, and I was surprised that people still lived in those houses!
The ice cream was pretty good, and I liked how all the scoops were served in take-out containers.
I saw a beautiful sunset on the walk home too!

the sunset!
At night, I finally got to see some parts of UPenn I didn’t get to see before, including the Kelly Writers’ House and two libraries.
I was pretty excited to see the Kelly Writers’ House—many people I knew from creative writing extracurriculars had gone to UPenn to study writing (among other things), and the Writers’ House had been promoted to me as a high schooler by a mentor in the writing community.
- Although Sarah wrote it, since her handwriting was a lot prettier than mine. back to text ↑
- However, I did say that something was unsettling about going to the museum. I felt like it made real people’s medical conditions out to be something to entertain or to be gawked at. back to text ↑
- I really liked the courtyard of this museum—something about courtyards with statues will never fail to amaze me. back to text ↑
- I felt really special seeing it—it even reminded me a little bit of MIT’s own 'Alchemist' statue. But like the Alchemist, the Thinker was not unique, with 27 other statues pondering life all across the globe. back to text ↑
- I found the difference between the Philadelphia Art Museum and the Barnes to be like the MFA vs. the Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum in Boston. While the former was more of a 'traditional' art museum, the latter was a collection created by a rich and eccentric individual. back to text ↑
- I didn’t expect to be so sad, but I was back to text ↑
- But, while impressive, it wasn’t my fondest memory of the weekend. Rather, it was the late night conversations with former strangers, the game of Red Flags, the trip to 'Shank Shank,' and the beautiful, beautiful, courtyard of the Barnes that first come to mind. Maybe there is a character arc in progress here, something about how the unexpected and unplanned is more important than… the ratings? The reviews? There is a blog post or a monologue or a poem hidden somewhere in here, but it is not ripe enough to pick. back to text ↑