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SYDNEY: A new kind of Cold War

April 11, 2014 • 0
Why does ice cream lack the firepower to start its own cold war on this campus?
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SYDNEY: Chasing domestic dreams

March 27, 2014 • 0
Of course I want an interesting, challenging and fulfilling career, but my ambitions also include the full table.
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SYDNEY: Why the Rush?

January 24, 2014 • 0
As a child, I excelled at wanting what I couldn’t have. Painted nails and pierced ears had to wait until 12. Ponies were out of the question for a number of reasons, among them my anaphylactic response to their presence. A bay window (I had an obsession with reading nooks) never came to pass. Most »
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SYDNEY: Our ungreen greens

November 8, 2013 • 0
Yale should not assume that local and sustainable resources have been maximally utilized and that our sustainability capacity has topped off at 37 percent.
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SYDNEY: Misery loves empathy

October 18, 2013 • 0
Ultimately, empathy carries more value than most Right Answers.
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SYDNEY: Smells like team spirit

October 2, 2013 • 0
I’ve never felt connected to football. But somehow last weekend I caught a case of school spirit.
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SYDNEY: O brother, how art thou?

September 19, 2013 • 0
You can’t pick your siblings, but you can pick up the phone.
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SYDNEY: BDD blues

April 16, 2013 • 0
I don’t think I truly knew that Yale was, as the college counseling jargon refers to it, “the right fit” until a few months into my first semester.
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SYDNEY: Grade expectations

April 5, 2013 • 0
It’s unfortunate that it takes a truly bad grade to convince us to look closely and critically at an assignment.
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SYDNEY: Asking better questions

March 26, 2013 • 0
Passover questioning is part of my heritage, good for me and seasonally appropriate.
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SYDNEY: Entering the friend zone

February 8, 2013 • 0
You should most definitely tell her that becoming her friend was your New Year’s resolution.
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SYDNEY: College, actually

November 29, 2012 • 0
That doesn’t have to mean everything is perfect, though, and I’m the first to admit it.