Agnes Enkhtamir
Staff Reporter
dulguun.enkhtamir@yale.edu
Author Archive
AGNES ENKHTAMIR
A Little Red

There was once a young girl who lived in the forest. She had a mother and a father and a grandmother and, most importantly, a […]

October 14, 2016

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ENKHTAMIR: Weightless

I like facts. I like that the sky is blue and the grass is green and that celebrities are white. Sometimes when I’m walking to […]

September 30, 2016

catherinepeng
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How Do You Describe an Exhibit Called “Esoteric Rodeo?”

This past Wednesday, the Yale School of Art held the opening reception for “Esoteric Rodeo”, the second-year MFA student exhibition. The show features artists from […]

September 16, 2016

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A Wedding Announcement

Dearest Papa, I have wonderful, wonderful news! My fingers are practically shaking with nerves at the thought of it. I know you and Mama will […]

September 16, 2016

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Humiliation and Hilarity

I’m 80 percent sure that an improv show is the only place where you can order a group of people to shout their name and […]

September 2, 2016

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The Event

It just happens that today, period shaming is out and girl power is in.

April 15, 2016

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HISTORY OF THE BRO (STOP GROPING ME AT WOADS)

The first documented sighting of the Bro is widely thought to have been in 1872 in the small township of Bortdale, Scotland. Mrs. Earnesta Williams, the local butter churner and laundress, kept meticulous records on the transformation of Dr. John Jones, the town’s respected surgeon. On Dec. 4, 1872, the doctor was on his way to pick up some bloodied towels; he had performed a rather tedious bloodletting the other day and had no clean cloths for the exorcism he was scheduled to do after dinner.

April 8, 2016

zishili
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Gender bending, genre bending

Critics have always been wary of “Cymbeline.” The general consensus is that if Shakespeare literally gave birth to his plays the way Zeus gave birth to Athena, Cymbeline would be the ugly child who never really grew out of the “I Am SOOOoOO Random! XD” phase.

April 1, 2016

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Dear people I interacted with this week

When I was younger, my mother used to read me a book about a dog named Spotty. Spotty was this cute Dalmatian who, through his dog walker’s love, grows to be 20 feet tall and saves a small child from a burning building.

April 1, 2016

AGNES ENKHTAMIR
Growing up on the stage

Let me paint a picture for you: It’s 2012. I am 14 years old. I have crimped hair and am in love with a lacrosse […]

March 4, 2016

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Poignant Pierson Play

The play is short and sweet, and left me feeling a little gooey and wanting someone to stroke my hand and tell me I was pretty.

February 19, 2016

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