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.
HALL-PALERM: SparkNotes politics
Statuses lead to other statuses, which lead to other statuses, as more and more Facebook users feel entitled to water down the already watery online debate. And, the more people post, the more their bitter emotions replace the opportunity for dialogue.