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The Full, Paper Moon

They looked up, their bodies like ants — then I pulled down my pants and I mooned the whole crowd. They tell me I shouted, “The moon is out tonight.”

Unwanted Thoughts Syndrome

“You ever have a really dark thought?” asks comedian Maria Bamford on her live album Unwanted Thoughts Syndrome. “Like, ‘What if I licked a urinal? Augh! Why did I even think of that? What if I’m a urinal licker? What if I’m out of control?’” Bamford exaggerates the example for comedic effect, but the answer to that first question for me is always “yes.”

Toward Spring

Over break, we were worried that the polar vortex would all but subsume our lovely campus. The Yale Instagram account showed beautiful, but frightening images of gothic architecture surrounded by pale, imposing white. The lounge, resting as a celestial point on the top floor of 202 York St., was left to battle the elements.

StayStrong, Lance

When one is growing up as an English major, one has lots of disillusionment from which to suffer.

Transcontinental Homelessness

I hated that Ikea lamps had to be thrown out, I hated the beat-up couches on Old Campus and the people rummaging through piles of discarded clothing.

Why I Don't Talk About It

Within the University, there is an awareness of socioeconomic diversity, and even though “we don’t talk about it,” there is some sort of silent respect for people of different backgrounds. But, back home, I will surely be inundated with questions about the swarm of “rich kids” I supposedly go to school with. And while I am not completely immune to the consequences of the economic divides at Yale, I am fiercely defensive of Yale as an inclusive community. That’s why I don’t talk about it.

Words! Be sick as I am sick

M and N talk a lot about books. Books have a certain gravitational pull. M and N eat lunch together Thursdays and start with personal questions: How was your week? How are your classes? How was your midterm? The conversation orbits the inevitable with a lazy grace. Slowly, the circuit tightens and the satellite spirals inwards. Then, a collision. Once again, M and N are talking about books.

A Day of Mike-Alpha-Yankee-Hotel-Echo-Mike

Police scanners and Twitter have a lot in common, it turns out. Both face space and time constraints, for one thing. A police officer talking on a radio needs speed — usually someone’s hurt, in danger, requires backup. On Twitter, at least in the news biz, one aims to scoop. In both formats, you’ve got to break it down for your audience.

The Oldest College Daily Always Wins

I’ve always been indecisive. (For Halloween in the first grade, I dressed up as a Hawaiian-fairy-ice-princess.)

The Game(s)

Every November, students, parents, and alumni from two of the America’s most prestigious educational institutions gather to watch “The Game,” one of the nation’s most celebrated athletic traditions. Some experts even claim that the game of football traces its roots to this very event! Here at the Ivy League Gaming Commission (ILGC), we have invented some other games just for the students of Yale and Harvard to play this weekend. Let the Game(s) begin!

Re: My Term Paper Grade

The other day, I learned that I had gotten an F on a final paper for my political science seminar, “Yale After 1845.” My thesis was, “Harvard is better than Yale.” I emailed my TA and asked her to explain the failing grade. This was her response: