Author Archives: Emily Fenner

Last week marked the official beginning of spring. Weather.com indicated temperatures higher than 50 degrees, and, across campus, short skirts bloomed. It was finally warm enough to jog up Prospect Street. I savored my first run of the season and breathed in as much (almost) fresh air as possible. As I traced my route up »

On April 4 at 5 p.m., more than 200 history majors turned in their final papers — which means that last week was senior essay week for a good chunk of campus. Instead of, “See you tonight at BAR,” I overheard my classmate tell her friend, “You can find me in Weenie Bin No. 15.” »

Senior year of high school, my boyfriend and I sneaked out to Krispy Kreme Doughnuts at 2 a.m. — we wanted to see if the store did, in fact, sell doughnuts 24 hours a day (it did). But, dutiful child that I was, I left a note on my pillow letting my parents know where »

I walked out of my midterm Monday morning feeling only one thing: a sore right wrist. The exam had gone well, but I felt no triumph, no satisfaction and no relief. I was just tired of writing. I knew even before I started studying that I could not fail this test even if I took »

I’m a huge fan of Valentine’s Day. I like everything about it — red, pink, hearts, cards, flowers and especially chocolate. Perhaps on the surface, my fondness for Cupid’s holiday seems obvious: I have a boyfriend, and we are in love. But before you put down your newspaper in utter disgust at my saccharine prose, »

Blizzard 2005. On Sunday, I woke to learn that the red line of the Boston subway was severely delayed and there was a good chance my train would be canceled: I was stuck in Beantown. I was also elated: I had been granted another day with my boyfriend, a three-day weekend, 24 free hours. I »

I love going to the mall, but I have never particularly enjoyed Yale’s shopping period. This poses a problem for me twice a year when I vent to my close friends and family members about the difficulty of selecting courses, the stress of darting from class to class, and the anxiety that comes from the »

With turkey under our belts and “Santa Baby” blaring in department stores, it’s official: The holiday season has begun. For us Yalies, December begins with the crunch period of reading week (aka term paper week) and finals and ends with the arguably more stressful time of Christmas vacation. While I love going home at the »

Here at Yale, my California driver’s license serves a very important function: entry into bars and nightclubs. And that’s it. Most of the time, I forget that I am allowed, or in fact even know how, to drive. I am a pure and permanent pedestrian. Walking in New Haven certainly has its advantages, the most »

I am jealous of my suitemate. A moderate Republican from Ohio, she is an in-demand swing voter from a swing state. I, on the other hand, am just another Democrat from California; whether I vote in Connecticut or absentee, my ballot is a superfluous drop of blue. I registered absentee in order to participate in »