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KUENZLE: Life after Yale

Early on in September of this year, I walked down Wall Street, admiring the new walkway that now takes the place of the street between […]

Claire Mutchnik
Gold Rush

News of the discovery of gold draws hordes of people from around the world to San Francisco, California. The aspiring fortune-hunters are mostly men (and […]

GUERRERO: Growing in resilience

The residential college is the lens through which many of us see our time at Yale. It is the home we share with our closest […]

LAURANS: Harold Bloom’s contribution

“Poetry is the essence which takes its place as life’s redemption,” Wallace Stevens said. And if there was ever one who was good at professing that, living that and persuading us of that, it was the original, inimitable, irrepressible Bloom.

GARSTEN: The spirit of accusation

The spirit of accusation is a dangerous one. It flattens human beings; it denies an individual’s development and complexity, and it often obscures more than it clarifies. Judgment, and even punishment, are sometimes necessary, but I hope we can judge carefully and a bit more reluctantly, with less confidence that we have found in this or that individual the devilish embodiment of all our fears.

KALODNER: Against hate on campus

The anti-Semitic incidient last Saturday night occurred during a very sensitive time in the Jewish year. This past Wednesday, Jewish people on campus and all […]

NEWS’ VIEW: Reckoning with hatred

Anti-Semitism is not adequately discussed or addressed at Yale.

HENNEIN: Climate change in our backyard

We’re used to hearing about climate change’s impact on the polar ice caps, seeing graphic pictures of starving polar bears floating on pieces of ice […]

I Am Not A Legacy

To be perfectly honest, I think my first month at Yale has been characterized by insecurity. Don’t get me wrong — I love it here. […]

Claire Mutchnik
Know Thyself: A Manifesto on Section Assholes

We’re about to pull up to a 9 a.m. Directed Studies philosophy seminar feeling GOOD. (Okay, so not to flex, but I feel good every […]

POETRY: Dispatches from a Country Without Name

I’m not going to make you leave the poem.   Selfishly, I must admit, part of me clings to the remains of objectivity,    or […]

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