Silent Treatment

My friend committed suicide a year ago, although no one knew it was suicide at the time. Julie died on April 30—found on the floor of her Massachussetts Institute of Technology dormroom by her roommate—and nobody quite knew why. I went to Boston for a student-organized service and listened to people say great things about … Continue reading Silent Treatment

My friend committed suicide a year ago, although no one knew it was suicide at the time. Julie died on April 30—found on the floor of her Massachussetts Institute of Technology dormroom by her roommate—and nobody quite knew why. I went to Boston for a student-organized service and listened to people say great things about her character and life. I spoke to a man who had met her at a debate a week before her death; he could not comprehend the fact that someone so. . . Read more
Emily Breunig
Walk This Way

New Haven: home of Pepe’s pizza, Louis’ burgers, sons and daughters of Eli, and the only buzzing, beeping, count-down savvy, two-way walk traffic lights I know. When I first encountered the beeping traffic light outside of Commons two years ago, I was taken aback. I stood and watched a few cycles of red and green. … Continue reading Walk This Way

New Haven: home of Pepe’s pizza, Louis’ burgers, sons and daughters of Eli, and the only buzzing, beeping, count-down savvy, two-way walk traffic lights I know. When I first encountered the beeping traffic light outside of Commons two years ago, I was taken aback. I stood and watched a few cycles of red and green. Back then, the light on the corner of Grove and College merely chirped. Now, it beeps and counts crossable time down from 30. If New Haven traffic controls continue to. . . Read more
Jessica Cohen
This is the Way the World Ends

For a few hours last fall, we glimpsed history. Some of us watched from our sofas, others from rooftops in Brooklyn, and still others from the very jets that slammed into the World Trade Center. As the Twin Towers collapsed in a cloud of ash and smoke, the world changed irrevocably-yet in our sight. John … Continue reading This is the Way the World Ends

For a few hours last fall, we glimpsed history. Some of us watched from our sofas, others from rooftops in Brooklyn, and still others from the very jets that slammed into the World Trade Center. As the Twin Towers collapsed in a cloud of ash and smoke, the world changed irrevocably-yet in our sight. John Crowley, a professor of English at Yale, tries to capture something like this in his new novel The Translator. What, he asks, is it like to experience and to be. . . Read more
Jacob Blecher
Funny Girls

Women aren’t funny. That’s the impression you get from watching them in comedy shows at Yale. But as a seven-year veteran of an all-female education, I knew women could be talented comedians. I hoped that I would find the same in college. But here, humor seems to be a man’s domain in the performance world. … Continue reading Funny Girls

Women aren’t funny. That’s the impression you get from watching them in comedy shows at Yale. But as a seven-year veteran of an all-female education, I knew women could be talented comedians. I hoped that I would find the same in college. But here, humor seems to be a man’s domain in the performance world. When Marisa Bass told me she was starting an all-female comedy group, I was thrilled. The first show’s sketches were diverse, spoofing everything from a cappella singing to Jesus Christ.. . . Read more
Meredith Angleson
Home Economics

The Prince Elementary School in New Haven’s Hill neighborhood stands across the street from the Welch Annex School. Neither one has an auditorium. They share an insufficient library. The weedy playing field that serves both schools extends over less than a quarter of an acre. It had been clear for years that the schools needed … Continue reading Home Economics

The Prince Elementary School in New Haven’s Hill neighborhood stands across the street from the Welch Annex School. Neither one has an auditorium. They share an insufficient library. The weedy playing field that serves both schools extends over less than a quarter of an acre. It had been clear for years that the schools needed renovation. In fact, the city began planning to fix them seven years ago. So when the news that they would be rebuilt finally came, some neighborhood residents were pleasantly surprised.. . . Read more
Benita Singh
Toy Soldiers

Sergeant First Class (Retired) Jose L. Romero marches back and forth at the head of the room. "Who here can recite the cadet creed without stumbling?" he barks. Student after student steps up. They all begin the same way, speeding through the memorized words, but eventually trip up and burst into laughter. Romero is disgusted. … Continue reading Toy Soldiers

Sergeant First Class (Retired) Jose L. Romero marches back and forth at the head of the room. "Who here can recite the cadet creed without stumbling?" he barks. Student after student steps up. They all begin the same way, speeding through the memorized words, but eventually trip up and burst into laughter. Romero is disgusted. "I tell you what, I’m going to pick on one boy, and if he can’t recite the creed, all the boys are going to drop and give me fifty." When. . . Read more
Sophie Raseman
Courtside

On March 19, Graham Boyd, a New Haven-based lawyer for the American Civil Liberties Union, went to court. Not just any court. He represented Lindsay Earls before the Supreme Court of the United States. When Earls, now a freshman at Dartmouth, was a sophomore at Tecumseh High School in Oklahoma, she was required as a … Continue reading Courtside

On March 19, Graham Boyd, a New Haven-based lawyer for the American Civil Liberties Union, went to court. Not just any court. He represented Lindsay Earls before the Supreme Court of the United States. When Earls, now a freshman at Dartmouth, was a sophomore at Tecumseh High School in Oklahoma, she was required as a member of the after-school choir to give a urine sample to check for marijuana, heroin, cocaine, and steroids. Earls filed suit against the school board that had ordered the test,. . . Read more
Flora Lichtman
The Persistence of Memory

An elegant young woman stares down at the director of the New Haven Colony Historical Society as he works in his office, a constant reminder that the eyes of history are upon him. The director must decide what he owes the portrait. Is he a guest in her room, or she a guest in his? … Continue reading The Persistence of Memory

An elegant young woman stares down at the director of the New Haven Colony Historical Society as he works in his office, a constant reminder that the eyes of history are upon him. The director must decide what he owes the portrait. Is he a guest in her room, or she a guest in his? The Historical Society has long been a refuge from contemporary New Haven. Inside, cows still graze on the New Haven Green. Yet even the Society has not escaped the forces. . . Read more
Anthony Weiss
Nobody Waits at Walgreens

12:04 AM, January 22 I walk into the new Walgreens, a shade of gray just lighter than death. Saccharine radio pop-rock-hip-hop blares from unseen speakers. This week’s specials scream from all sides. ‘Could I have an application please?’ I ask the cashier. He pulls one out from under the desk and smiles slightly. He knows … Continue reading Nobody Waits at Walgreens

12:04 AM, January 22 I walk into the new Walgreens, a shade of gray just lighter than death. Saccharine radio pop-rock-hip-hop blares from unseen speakers. This week’s specials scream from all sides. ‘Could I have an application please?’ I ask the cashier. He pulls one out from under the desk and smiles slightly. He knows something. I ask him about this shift. It’s 4 pm to 12 am paving the way for the graveyard shift, 12 am to 8 am. I figure that’s where I. . . Read more
Matthew Schneider-Mayerson
The Hidden Curriculum

If you peer behind the iron doors of one of Yale’s secret societies on any given Thursday or Sunday night, you won’t find 15 white men chortling at the world over cigars and brandy. In fact, you will see a picture right out of a college admissions view-book: Sitting around the dinner table will be … Continue reading The Hidden Curriculum

If you peer behind the iron doors of one of Yale’s secret societies on any given Thursday or Sunday night, you won’t find 15 white men chortling at the world over cigars and brandy. In fact, you will see a picture right out of a college admissions view-book: Sitting around the dinner table will be a black man, a Latina, a South Asian woman, several Jews, and a few token wasps. They will be journalists, athletes, intellectuals, and activists; some will be gay, some will. . . Read more
Blake Wilson