The city that kills you back.

Welcome to "The City of Brotherly Love." I left the airport in Philadelphia and took a cab to campus, amusing myself by reading the billboards that claim Philly is "The city that loves you back."

In reality, Philadelphia is more likely to kill you back than love you back. Philly is a city ruled by contradictions. This is the place where the first Continental Congress took place and where the rules and laws of a new nation were debated and decided. Since 1776, law and order has been replaced with crime. This city is far from the city of brotherly love - Philly is divided by racial tensions, class tensions, and whose streets are ruled either by drug dealers or mafia members. The murder rate climbs higher every year, second only to New Orleans (a city ruled by anarchy and crime lords.) Kill-adlephia is, statistically speaking, a more dangerous place to live than New York City, Las Angeles, or Chicago.

As I've written before, every city has two sides - the tourist side and the living side. I'm sure tourists to Philadelphia are pleased with the Old City's charm, the historical attractions, the great restaurants, etc. But if they walked ten blocks away from the tourist center they would realize what this city is really like. Poor city planning put an Ivy League University in the middle of a really bad neighborhood, and the racial tensions between the locals and the university students is an explosive combination.

Welcome home - or at least home for the next nine months. Why stay here? Wharton. The education and it's payoffs are worth encountering cracked-out homeless people daily and the occasional drug dealer. Only 20 more months at this school and then I'm out of here. My mom is thoroughly irritated with my attitude towards coming back to school; she insists I need to look on the sunny side of life. I wrote about this often when I was in Munich - even when things are going poorly, you can always choose to be happy. Optimism. Das Leben ist gut. I have since deleted those posts, because they were ridiculous sounding and trite. I love school - I'm a nerd, I know - but not this school in this city.

Das Leben ist noch gut, aber schlechter. However, I realize that pessimists aren't exactly fun to hang out with, so I'll try to look more on the sunny side of life... I just hope I don't get a sunburn.


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