Author: Morgan Yucel

I want to write a few words on the kindness of strangers. I’m sitting in a hospital room right now with a sprained ankle. I say sprained because I’m not supposed to swear in a newspaper column and I don’t know if the bones are broken or the ligaments are

I’ve made a critical mistake. In the rush of coming to college and finding myself besieged by offers from swing clubs and radio stations, from prop rooms and student government, I have joined too many things. It couldn’t be helped, really. I was like a kid in Candyland—torn between Lollipop

I am about to find myself in that awkward position of turning 20 while in my first semester of college. The one casualty of taking a gap year: being this old for your grade is not your typical first-year experience. It’s actually a bit uncomfortable, as there are also people

Every single year, right about this time, I break a promise to myself and eat an 11-ounce bag of candy corn. To be fair, this is not my fault. I spend the rest of the year strengthening my mind against sweet and chewy temptations, but as my mind has not

I had a wonderful experience last Sunday. I was walking across the quad contemplating my enormous pile of homework that had been building up all weekend and considering whether the “my dog ate my homework” excuse still worked when you no longer had a dog, when suddenly I looked around

I recently discovered that my Ramen is missing. Now, I’ve heard some say that Ramen is sickening and bland, but I rejoice in Ramen. There is something indescribably delicious about the complex taste of MSG and something magical about being able to cook pasta with two cups of water in

It’s that lovely time of year again, when the first-years start rolling into campus with their clean, shining faces, inspiring us to begin another semester of honest hard work … Alright, who am I kidding? I admit it, I’m a first-year. Our faces are more likely to be shining with