Bulldogs' Blog: Cultural

Ms. Hong goes to Washington

Hope everyone enjoyed their long weekend!  I know I did:  this weekend I was in DC to watch the Presidential Inauguration. It was exhausting, but an incredible chance to witness one of the most sacred parts of our democracy with 600,000 similarly excited (and freezing cold) Americans.  I would describe the experience as the perfect funky blend of pomp, circumstance, and Beyonce - exactly what makes America great in the first place.

My adventures in the "Pearl of Asia": Part II

The Yale University New Asia Exchange program (YUNA) has, without a doubt, been one of the most fulfilling experiences of my sophomore year. The program brings together 8 Yale students and 8 students from the New Asia College of the Chinese University of Hong Kong (CUHK) to engage in cultural exchange for a total of one month. Four months ago, we began planning to host our fellow program participants. We organized meals for our peers as well as different activities, both academic and casual for the students.

My Adventures in the "Pearl of Asia": Part I

During the fall semester, I was selected to participate in the Yale University New Asia (YUNA) Exchange Program. It was extremely exciting, especially because I will be going Hong Kong over spring break in TWO WEEKS! I also got to meet amazing students from the Chinese University of Hong Kong, and their stay on Yale Campus this January brightened up my days!

YAY!

 I have a confession. I never exercise. Team sports were never my thing.  After about ten minutes on a treadmill, I’ve reached my running quota for the week. I used to dance, but a knee injury ended that, along with my promising dream of being a professional snowboarder.

Literally, the only sort of aerobic activity I’ve done regularly in the past two years has been walking up Science Hill for class.  I’ve even managed to avoid that by taking the Yale shuttle (or, more realistically, not waking up in time for lecture). 

The MOH

On a typical Saturday morning, you can usually find me hiding under layers of blankets in bed. But once or twice a year, I set my alarm for 6:30 AM and jump out of bed for an event that we call MOH.

Spoken like a true Yalie

Last year, I found myself gripping the edge of my seat eagerly following the cadences of a fellow Yalie’s poem. Although I had never been so utterly entranced by nouns and delighted by verbs, I now found myself drawing an imaginative storyline in my mind’s eye. I stumbled on the delightful hypnotic capabilities of spoken word poetry.

And like any adoring fan, I tried many times to mimic these poetic masters’ natural style.

Lipsticks and Lollipops

If someone had asked me what I thought about the art and architecture here at Yale before I arrived on campus, I would have described the iconic images of Yale that many people are familiar with: The neo-Gothic architecture, the famous paintings in the Yale University Art Gallery, and the well-known bronze statues on Old Campus.

Bo Burnham: To Laugh Or Not To Laugh

The Annual Fall Show organized by the Yale College Council came with all its excitement: the frenzy, the tickets, and of course, the celebrity comedian Bo Burnham. “The Last Comic Standing” had been held a week before in order to determine which Yale comedian would pre-stage Bo Burnham, and that too had been a fun-filled evening. In a room full of excited Yalies, the comics brought their best jokes, engaging their audience with their applicability and knack for making the most ordinary of situations extremely funny!

Mitakuye Oyasin: We Are All Related

In many ways, my sophomore arrival experience was quite similar to the first time I stepped on campus as a first year student.  I was still excited, a bit anxious, and in awe of the abundant buttresses and spires.  The weather was much the same and I arrived at roughly the same time.  Yet when I walked onto the Old Campus quad, I also experienced a rather nostalgic moment.  The fence railings reminded me of spontaneous snowball fights.  A cluster of oak trees took me back to memories of pickup soccer matches; we used the trunks as makeshift goal pos

Listing in Greece

I love lists. They seem ordered. Grouped. Like you’ve accomplished something more than just putting words to paper. Yet, they’re easy; they provide release. So it’s that time-of-the-trip-into-foreign-land again. When the childish part of me organizes my thoughts on Greece in the following way. AQfter you get over the juvenile titles, I hope you’ll get a better idea of what it means to spend two months working here.


Things I Love About Greece