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When I first entered the Yale Center for Collaborative Arts and Media — CCAM — I didn’t know what to expect. The title alone was […]

January 18, 2025

I don’t even have to think twice about which holiday film warms my soul like eating a fresh gingerbread cookie that came right out of […]

December 6, 2024

HIST 169: Early National America “Let’s talk about cheese.”  Just last week, I sat in awe as professor Freeman went on a passionate 9 minute […]

November 8, 2024

When I was 12, I hit a significant milestone, a true coming-of-age moment: going to my first haunted house. It was a dark and stormy […]

October 31, 2024

Do: Sunglasses, Electrolytes, Write it down Don’t: Snooze button, Zero chill, Dead weight

September 19, 2024

Oh, how I remember the day when I moved into my first-year suite in Vandy A, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to explore this new universe of university — see what I did there… 

September 5, 2024

It just recently dawned on me… okay, that actually sounds too beautiful, like a seaside sunrise in Cape Cod on a calm August morning. I’ve never been to Cape Cod, so I don’t actually know what this looks like, but I can only imagine it’s surreal. 

April 19, 2024

Dear WKND readers, How have you been? What have you been up to? Last week, I had the privilege of interviewing Yale alum and former WKND writer Jacob Cramer ’22.

April 5, 2024

Were you waiting for February to end? February is finally finished. Fortunately? Fact: February contains the fewest days of any month.  Fiction: February contains the […]

March 1, 2024

Has it really been six months since I arrived in New Haven, young and spry, ready to embark on the journey that is college? I honestly thought that the journey was the 12-hour car ride from Ohio to Connecticut itself, but that was only just the beginning. Navigating the unfamiliar waters of college was a challenge, and so many things felt new. However, to my surprise, amidst all of the newness, I managed to find a few fortuitous semblances of home.

February 23, 2024

I was on the phone with my mom last Saturday, and she asked what I was up to. I was standing on the corner of Chapel and York, waiting to cross the street. It was pouring rain outside and freezing cold. “Not much,” I replied. “Just getting drenched.” All she had to say to that was: “Welcome to New England!” 

February 2, 2024