Yale Daily News

Imagine this. It’s the week of your birthday. Rendered completely unoriginal by a dire time crunch, you’ve decided to throw together a Barbie-themed birthday party on the weekend. You send out invites to a mix of close friends, class friends, friend crushes and distant acquaintances from an extracurricular organization you are genuinely interested in getting to know. That Friday, you find yourself at a liquor store, staring at a row of Pink Whitney bottles, wishing the Aperol spritz was America’s national beverage instead. How many Pink Whitney bottles do you buy? 

April 16, 2024

I’m sitting in my childhood bedroom, staring at the bed up close. My neck is craned slightly, my forehead pressed against the hard mattress. How […]

April 1, 2024

There are few things I like more about Yale than the roast beef toast at the Rostir station at Commons. Ever since it was introduced to me earlier in my senior year, it has become the sole object of my affection, the stuff of my most sensual dreams. It is the reason I get out of bed every morning. Some days, it is my only reason to smile. The weekends are difficult.

February 2, 2024

There are few states of existence more natural for the average Yale student than the state of “busyness.” Whether it is week seven, three or […]

January 29, 2024

As the end of December rolls around and the task of finding an empty room in the Humanities Quadrangle gets progressively more fraught, the binary […]

December 7, 2023

Every so often, on an odd Monday night, after a conversation with a friend reminds me how much I love this school, I’ll return to […]

November 27, 2023

It was the Saturday night before PRIDE in New York. We’d all come down to see our friends — him from Washington D.C., me from Boston, joined by a third friend from Philadelphia. 

October 13, 2023

Picture this. It’s a Tuesday night. You run into the friend at the dining hall whose life is permanently in shambles, sometimes because they break […]

September 27, 2023

Like every major day in my life thus far, my first day as a Yale college senior arrived with all the clamor of a single […]

September 18, 2023

It’s 10 p.m. on a Saturday night. You are at a random suite in Jonathan Edwards, where the only person you know is the host. […]

April 18, 2023

Like most writers I admire, I have an overactive imagination. I have been accused of transforming the slightest trills in a voice into a declaration […]

March 29, 2023