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ALEX ZHANG
ZHANG: The Arkansas Traveler

When we registered The Arkansas Society as an official undergraduate organization at Yale, Eli insisted we choose someone — a “Chief Porcellian” — to start each meeting by yelling “WOOOOOO PIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGG SOOIIEEEEEEE!!!!!”

October 16, 2015

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GRACE CASTILLO
Saying it in the stars

Study Break for the Stars

October 9, 2015

NIKITA KHAITAN
KHAITAN: The Form

The Google Form is titled Daily Feedback. These are its sections: General, Internet, People, Academics, Projects and Lifestyle (Sex, Sleep & Food) Caveman Edition.

October 9, 2015

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IAN GARCIA-KENNEDY
What Maria Knows

I first read Joan Didion’s 1970 novel “Play It as It Lays” in an airport.

October 9, 2015

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LILLIAN CHILDRESS
Shouting and Clapping Through Years of Dance

There is a class at Yale where we begin by taking off our shoes and walking back and forth with our eyes closed.

October 2, 2015

carolinetisdale
WEEKEND
How WKND learned to stop worrying and love the precipice: an epic

Emily Xiao ’18 gazed at the eclipse outside the window and wondered aloud if the blood moon was some sort of metaphor for the year to come. “Should we be worried?” she asked morosely.

October 2, 2015

ashlynoakes
WEEKEND
On feminism and alienation

Much of the work we do as Yale students is private work: papers we write for professors, jobs we hold for our parents, races we run for ourselves.

September 25, 2015

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MICHELLE LIU
OFFER VERY LITTLE INFORMATION ABOUT YOURSELF

Truisms go a little like this: “IF YOU HAVE MANY DESIRES YOUR LIFE WILL BE INTERESTING” or “WORRYING CAN HELP YOU PREPARE” or “PAIN CAN BE A VERY POSITIVE THING.”

September 25, 2015

SOFIA BRAUNSTEIN
Between Perfection and Chaos

I was born blind to the traditional beauties of the world: crisp silhouettes against a fading sunset, precise letters on a blackboard, delightful constellations splayed […]

September 25, 2015

My Years in the Berkeley Brothel

We were going to live together, which meant we would sign up for Berkeley’s only octet, which meant that eight girls would be living together in one “household” in Berkeley. In short, we were a Brothel. The Berkeley Brothel.

May 22, 2015

Yalies Are . . .

For the past four years of my time at Yale, I’ve searched endlessly for a way to categorize the typical Yale student, to define what makes us tick, what we look like, how we act, who we are. Op-eds in the past have attempted, but all have failed. But now that I am on the edge of graduation, I am in a position to tell you the secret.

May 22, 2015