Diary of a Harvard Freshman
(The following is excerpted from a sad, sad diary found on the bathroom floor of a Harvard freshman dorm, atop a pile of empty Adderall bottles.)
A House Divided
On a rain-drenched day at the end of April, hundreds of umbrellas clustered together, damp GESO flyers littered the mass. Hundreds of graduate student union supporters gathered to present a petition to the Yale administration asking for official recognition. One of the main tenets of their proposal was increased “fairness and transparency in graduate employment” — something that GESO President Aaron Greenberg GRD ’18 said Yale has already followed through on.
A “Rendezvous” Through Cubicles
The McKnight Crosby, Jr. Gallery is either the art gallery with the most office supplies, or the best decorated small middle-management office in America.
Toad’s in France
It is Friday night here at La Plage, a Bordeaux nightclub boasting five separate dance floors. Clutching the hands of my travel companions, I squeeze through the thudding labyrinth. We press on into the Third Room (the Third Circle of Hell, perhaps), a cube that backs into a massive shrine to our god, the DJ. »
Back in Russia
“Zhili byli.” This phrase, the traditional opening of a Russian fairytale, opens “The Fairytale Lives of Russian Girls” by Meg Miroshnik. And, like the often-gruesome myths that follow, it promises no happy ending, no enchantment: “They lived, they were.”