by Eshe Sherley Micah Jones and I are standing by a foldout table at Afro-American Cultural Center, better known as the House. She is the president of the Black Student Alliance at Yale, and I am her vice president and right-hand woman. We’re selling T-shirts to alumni at the House’s forty-fifth anniversary event. A woman,…
Category: Personal Essays
Roots
by Eugene Lim I was lathering shampoo into my hair when I froze, struck by an unwelcome thought. I rummaged through my sleep-deprived brain. It was the first day of Chinese New Year. Shit. I shut off the water and almost hopped out of the shower. For a few seconds I hovered over the threshold,…
Click
by Elaine Lou The first thing I noticed when I got off the plane was the ubiquitous English translation on every Chinese sign. Granted, that’s probably because I was still at Shanghai International Airport. But throughout my stay, I was repeatedly surprised at every English translation I didn’t expect on a menu or a signpost…
The November movement from a freshman perspective
by Laura Plata Wandering around campus in a slightly too large parka during Bulldog days, I remember entering La Casa and feeling slightly bashful from the overwhelming response I received from the students there. The joy on their faces to hear that I was an admitted student was only slightly less than their excitement to…
When We Were Children of Color
by Jessica Yuan, YC’15 When I was in elementary school, I thought it was normal when other kids would pull their eyes into slits at me. I did it back because I thought it was a game, like a high five or secret friendship handshake. There was also the one where you pulled your eyelids…