What happens when a staunch anti-establishmentarian gets tapped for Skull and Bones? Or when a grad-school hopeful gets an offer from Bridgewater to earn north of $20,000 in two months?
Well, simple. They accept.
April 26, 2016
By the time I had matured enough to realize the value of my cultural heritage, I had effectively disbarred myself from it.
April 13, 2016
“They think they’re so much better than us.”
March 29, 2016
This isn’t a column for those who are afraid to admit that they may be depressed because of fear of judgment or fear of Yale Health’s inadequacy. This isn’t a column for those who don’t think they have any problems. No. This isn’t about an “unwillingness” to ask for help because of pride, fear or whatever.
This is simply a column about not being okay.
March 2, 2016
At Yale, we like to tell stories. Namely, our own stories. Whether preparing for job interviews or reciting our “bios” at senior society, it’s safe to say that we Yalies are conditioned to create narratives for ourselves.
February 5, 2016
As snow begins to collect on the ground here at Yale, the annual job search is upon is, and with that search comes the inevitable […]
January 20, 2016
It’s a common Thanksgiving activity to go around the table and say what you’re thankful for. Having just come back from Thanksgiving break, I figured […]
December 2, 2015
I go by many names, but to you, I am the average Yalie.
November 11, 2015
What happens when an academic education isn’t enough?
October 28, 2015
As I pass by the halfway point of my college career, I’ve learned a few things: dining hall food isn’t as good as Bulldog Days led me to believe, every winter somehow manages to be the “worst winter in years” and, most important, I simply don’t have the time for things I don’t care about.
October 14, 2015
So when an email noting a series of house fires landed in the mailbox of students on campus a few Thursdays ago, few batted an eye — understandably so. It wasn’t your house, the fires were put out within hours and the situation appeared to be under control. Unless, of course, that house happened to be your home. My home. The place I share with eight other students. It was our house that someone had — allegedly, of course — set on fire.
September 30, 2015