Author Archives: Caroline Sydney

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.

It’s unfortunate that it takes a truly bad grade to convince us to look closely and critically at an assignment.

Passover questioning is part of my heritage, good for me and seasonally appropriate.

You should most definitely tell her that becoming her friend was your New Year’s resolution.

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

So the next time I arrive at what appears to be a candlelit vigil, I’ll know what to tell the assembled council.

At the beginning of my freshman year of high school, I sat down at a sticky cafeteria table to write a letter to my senior-year self in a half-hour of mandatory self-reflection. When I read the letter four years later, the most shocking thing was not how much I had grown and changed and matured, »

It has been exactly a month since I moved in. I’m not pining for my family. I don’t miss my dog. (Does that make me a terrible person?) And I don’t feel like my suite is someone else’s room. I just really want someone to hold the door. Honestly, I never considered myself a true »