Author Archives: Xiuyi Zheng

When I first heard that President Levin was going to step down at the end of the school year, I was shocked. As an international student, I appreciate the accomplishments of the Levin administration even more strongly than most. In the past 20 years, international students might have benefited from Levin’s tenure more than any »

As a member of the Chinese Undergraduate Students at Yale, I recently participated in organizing the Night Market event co-hosted by the Asian American Students Association and the Taiwanese American Society. Night Market featured approximately 20 booths that offered various types of Asian cuisine, activities and cultural performances. Our organization ran a booth that taught »

In the past week, hundreds of colleges across the United States have released their admissions decisions for the class of 2016. Acceptance letters, tucked into neat packages alongside T-shirts and posters, are still being sent to anxious students everywhere. One thing is certain: More and more of those letters are making their way to the »

Takashi Kawamura is the mayor of Nagoya, Japan. Yet he wasn’t representing the citizens of Nagoya last Monday when he publicly denied that the Nanjing Massacre of 1937 had ever occurred. What’s perhaps most bizarre is that he chose to make this statement in front of a visiting delegation of government officials from Nanjing, who »

It’s not easy to be the fan of a bad team. But it can be even harder to be the fan of a half-decent team when you can foresee its inevitable collapse (if you’ve been to The Game in recent years, you’ll know what I mean). Halfway into the lockout-shortened, 66-game NBA season, my team, »

The moment I hopped into a cab at Union Station on Saturday morning, the driver turned and bellowed into my ears: “Have you heard? LIN-SON-ITY!” At first I thought I was getting kicked off the cab, but the huge grin on his face and the paper he held in his hand gave it away. One »

What does the Lunar New Year mean to me? Is it the 20-course meals, featuring delicacies procured and prepared weeks in advance, the inordinate piles of food of every kind? Is it the pocket money that came in crisp, brand new 100-yuan bills, tucked into exquisitely designed red envelopes, that lay under my pillow, waiting »