HALL-PALERM: Challenging our convictions
If the other students in the class were anything like me, they took this class not to fundamentally shift their perception of inequality. They took the class precisely because they were already aware of the problem.
HALL-PALERM: Poise under pressure
In one of my classes, the professors attack our presentations with indiscriminate ruthlessness. It’s an important experience, one that makes me think whether I’m learning how to think for myself or whether I’ve been succeeding through pandering my instructors.
HALL-PALERM: The way we give
Don’t stop giving to the places that meant something to you just because they’re affluent; but remember that there are other worthy causes, and give to those as well.
HALL-PALERM: Republicans are people, too
Somehow what is at stake in elections got completely and utterly lost in the fray. No one wants to talk to the voters about where they actually stand on issues, because that’s too contentious and complicated a topic to boil down into a bumper-sticker size.
HALL-PALERM: The ultimate test
When we graduate from Yale, our first step, be it a job or be it graduate school, isn’t just a matter of getting on a path that will allow us to feel self-assured.
PALERM: Almost-senior blues
Senior year at Yale is a huge exercise in treating oneself; to a certain extent, it seems like an opportunity to take a year of self-analysis and reflection.
HALL-PALERM: Put aside the competition
Every single time someone around us attains something, no matter how irrelevant it is to our interests, most students’ first reaction is anything but excitement.
HALL-PALERM: The real Yale-NUS
To me, like to most Yale students, Yale-NUS is rather more of an abstraction than it is a real thing we spend time thinking about.
HALL-PALERM: What’s your thing?
I have yet to ever talk to someone who responds to the question of what he or she does with the answer, “I take classes.”
HALL-PALERM: Faux forgetfulness
It is all too common for people at Yale to meet one another and have a real conversation, albeit a superficial one, and then completely forget about that person’s existence.