Diana Saverin
SAVERIN: Floors happen

We started our sophomore September by writing “suite rules” on poster paper in multicolored Sharpies. We agreed on a select and varied few: Call your mothers, floss, it’s always okay to cry, wear a crown on your birthday and floors happen.

SAVERIN: Snowy glue

Seasonably wild weather is my social grease and spatial glue.

SAVERIN: The upside of upside down

If I look at something for too long, I can’t see it anymore. Until I see it upside down.

SAVERIN: The long hair is mine

In doing close to nothing, I was hoping for that accidental, “real” beauty, and if that didn’t work out, at least I would feel real. Or, more probably, accidental.

SAVERIN: What she sees and what I forget

These days, my grandmother only has the present tense.

SAVERIN: On a night run

My night running spatial language helps me be fluent in play; it encourages me to stand on my head again, climb more trees, lie on the ground, and watch the sky move.

SAVERIN: In defense of the cold

In June, I jumped into the Alaskan Pacific for the first time. The water bit my goose-bump-coated skin with 58-degree saltwater fangs. It zinged and […]

Yale Women’s Center: A broader movement for change

Yesterday, 16 Yale students and alumni released a statement making public a Title IX complaint against Yale University. The complaint contends that, by failing to […]

Saverin and Walstrom: Making our campus safer

Last week, Yale Police Assistant Chief Ronnell Higgins reported that a female graduate student was followed off of a Yale shuttle bus by five men. […]