Yale Daily News

My whole life, I have struggled with the concept of Christmas lists. I alternated childhood Christmases between asking for magic wands or needles and thread; […]

December 6, 2024

There’s just something about football in the South. August nights when an entire community braves hundred-degree twilights to rally around their team. Scorched air exaggerating the pink of the setting sun like a magnifying glass setting a field on fire. Suspense and humidity mingling in the air while an entire stadium holds its breath, eyes on a Hail Mary pass. 

November 21, 2024

I have been at Yale for about three months now, and, somewhere in the mess of new faces, wrong turns and poorly-planned all-nighters, I seemed […]

November 15, 2024

Gazelles are everywhere.  By Gazelles, I mean the striped suede Adidas shoe, not the African plain dweller — which has lately been conspicuously absent from […]

November 15, 2024

George Grube ’27 is full of stories. Asking a simple question might yield a response that starts with “back when I was a competitive glassblower” or “during my hitchhiking trip across New Zealand.” As for life goals, George hopes to be a professional Greek Orthodox Monk. Now call me jaded, but I have become less generous with my astonishment since starting at Yale; almost everyone I meet here has crazy stories to tell. So, even though the glass and the trips and the monk stuff all caught my attention, what really shocked me about George is the fact that he doesn’t own a phone. 

September 27, 2024