It happens every single time. We’ll be in a group discussing something like love or sex or what our favorite fruits are and because of a striking pattern someone (usually me) will bring up the zodiac, asking for the group’s sun/moon/ascendant signs. Those who understand will quickly state their alignments and those who don’t will…
After missing my period in December of 2016, I began to get a little nervous. I’ve always been a bit of a hypochondriac, assuming the worst of any abnormality in health. I called my mom. She soothed my worst assumptions, then gently suggested that I make an appointment with my doctor back home. I…
One day — shortly after returning to Yale following summer vacation — I said something grammatically incorrect to a friend. Perhaps I used a double negative or switched up the proper syntax of a sentence but the actual content of my utterance was irrelevant. After I finished speaking, my friend looked at me, puzzled, and…
A week ago, the Native American community at Yale found its humanity challenged, again. The Party of the Right encouraged its members, guests, and “what remains of Civilization” to attend its debate on the topic “Resolved: Reform the Savages”. The whip sheet for the debate features quotes championing the notion of “the White Man’s burden”…
In a small office whose disproportionately large windows overlook the parking lot of Yale Health, a soft-spoken therapist tells me, “The nature of the semester…it creates cycles. The break between semesters can wipe away or heal the damages of the semester beforehand. Of course, that also means we are forced to let the good go…