Grace Malko
Staff Reporter
Author Archive
An Afternoon with Saybrook’s Groundskeeper

“These two holly trees, you can tell they’ve been here a long time.” Vinny gestured towards the trees in the alcove between the Branford and Saybrook courtyards. One of my first memories of Yale, a year ago during Bulldog Days, was admiring the beautiful trees and blooming tulips in the Saybrook courtyard. A year later, here I was, learning about the intricacies of the place I now call home.

Second Semester Slump

The end of my first year of college is approaching and the passage of time ushered in a bit of a second semester slump. I […]

Cate Roser
Mini Love Stories, Part II

I booked the train to Liverpool to see my friend on a whim. A few months ago, we barely knew each other — just two […]

Zahra Virani
The Myth of the Yusband

One day, while scrolling through Instagram Reels, I saw a video that claimed that Yale was the No. 2 university in the country to meet […]

Unity at President Carter’s Funeral

Last week, I had the honor of attending a portion of President Jimmy Carter’s funeral events. I arrived at Dobbins Reserve Air Force Base just […]

Yadvice: The best Yale advice I have received

Many new Yalies matched via QuestBridge on Dec. 2, and the Restrictive Early Action decisions came out almost a year ago for the class of […]

Ericka Henriquez
The art of storytelling

Last week, I bought myself Joan Didion’s “The White Album” as a belated birthday present. As a person who almost exclusively reads books from antiquity […]

Comic book fan’s paradise returns to New Haven

Connecticut superhero fans and comic collectors flocked to an East Shore bingo hall for a Sunday afternoon of vintage comics and rare collectibles.

I can guess your college based on your favorite Halloween candy!

Happy HalloWKND, readers! To inaugurate the festivities, I thought it would be fun to throw it back to BuzzFeed era silliness with these not-at-all broad generalizations. Enjoy!

Falling for Yale

At Yale, fall means the reemergence of tights, plaid, scarves and of course the classic “Y” sweater. It means chai lattes from the Jitter Bus and Fall Fest on Old Campus. If you listen very closely, maybe when walking on Cross Campus, you’ll even hear the opening piano notes of “All Too Well (10 Minute Version).” Fall at Yale, with its vibrant foliage and chilly mornings, is a reminder that no matter how endless some of our days here feel, time is in fact moving, and quickly at that. It’s jarring! For example, it’s been two months and I still haven’t been to Payne Whitney once… Anyway, if you cannot already tell, I love fall.

Lizzie Conklin
What my dad taught me: the case for disappointment

Growing up, some of my fondest memories were waking up to the smell of bacon and the distant drone of an English Premier League soccer game on TV. I would lazily drift down the hallway, half-awake, the din of my dad whisking pancake batter and the muffled British-accented commentary over the game acting as a sort of homing beacon. Ever since I can remember, my dad and I have watched Arsenal games together almost every weekend. Yes, it is a bit peculiar that we cheer for a soccer team from London that plays over 4,000 miles away from our home in Atlanta, but thanks to my dad’s affinity for early 2000s Arsenal legend, Thierry Henry, we have been all in ever since.