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.
HALL-PALERM: We don’t need to be OK
In our quest to continue to be “fine” and function smoothly and without hitches like pesky emotions, I worry that people on this campus didn’t take the time to feel sufficiently sad about Sam See’s death.
HALL-PALERM: Help us, Symplicity
At the end of the day, the thing that’s scary for non-finance-and-consulting types is not that we don’t have a job locked down.
HALL-PALERM: Working within Whim
Auditioning for the Whiffenpoofs — but dismissing Whim — not only buys into sexism, but also perpetuates it by conceding that the standard set by male a cappella is the only standard worth attaining.