Dear Class of 2015 (or, Dear Me 365 days ago)

If this letter seems late, that’s intentional. I wanted to wait until you needed it. Tomorrow you’re moving to Berkeley and you’re going to need a friend. Nowhere is going to feel like home in the same way campus did, but it took college a long time to feel like home in the first place. […]

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Everyone at Wesleyan Has Herpes

It’s a Saturday afternoon. I am sitting at a table outside of Usdan, Wesleyan’s student center, under a big black umbrella. The sun toasts my exposed shoulders. A student journalist with the school paper asks me questions about my recent, surreal herpes stardom, and strangers at nearby tables peer over at me as I answer because […]

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Senior week and wescam: Why we need #adultsexedmonth

The week before graduation at Wesleyan is referred to as “senior week.” When an underclassmen, senior week is the stuff of legend: a crazy final week of last minute hookups, road trips, alcohol-infused decision making, and out of control partying culminating in a gigantic party under a tent on the baseball field. Making senior week […]

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5 Tips for High School Grads about College

5 Tips for High School Grads about College I gave my advice for Greenwich High seniors about college on Greenwich Free Press! That image you have of yourself as a senior four years from now, valedictorian and accepted to a great law school? Yeah, probably not. Very few of my friends wound up where they expected to be […]

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journal entry: graduation

Graduation day is very slow, waffles, your boyfriend does not want to wake up and cannot find his dress socks, your parents manage to get parking in the Vine lot because they arrive early, there are a lot of pictures, you are flustered. Everyone seems cranky and you bristle and he shakes their hands. More pictures. They go […]

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Foss Hill, mon amour

One of these days you will write the next great coming-of-age tale, and it will end with the heroine standing alone on top of Foss Hill, looking out at the old brick buildings and the grass having just experienced some great epiphany. You don’t know yet how she gets there, what land mines of post-adolescent […]

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