Patrick Huguenin
Patrick Huguenin
Recent Stories
Color Bind
It's 12:45 p.m. on an average Tuesday, and lunch is in full swing at Commons Dining Hall. "There's usually two or three black tables," says one student. "They're hard not to miss." Sure enough, a quick stroll reveals several tables entirely of black...
Gentlemen Songsters
The adherence to fanatical devotion that characterizes a cappella can make it inscrutable to laymen. In the second review of Yale experiences he has disdained, Patrick Huguenin continues to be
The cold sweat started on Sunday night. The sweat of fear. The stars glimmered over the Davenport courtyard. A cozy glow filtered from the windows of the dining hall. I want to live here forever, I thought. Just not with class. And then the anxiety:...
The Yale Tour
Welcome to Miami
It started with a whisper from Mario. "There's someone in our shower … and I don't know who it is." Of the guys who shared our in-suite bathroom freshman year, all were easily identifiable. Hiro had a green towel. Donny had a blue towel. Jordy, well...
How can this wine be so bad? Experts unveil the mystery
The vintage is a Lost Vineyards red. I lift the glass to my nose and inhale deeply. The bouquet is questionable, but I'm not going to judge yet. I swirl the wine and take my first sip. Ugh. The concoction might make a nice salad dressing, but it...
Bits & Pieces: Do-it-yourself secret society hazing, a beginner's guide
So you didn't get tapped. You didn't even get interviewed. You're not going to be the next member of Skull and Bones, but you don't want to miss out on the fun. Here are the top 10 ways to act like you're on your way to secret society celebrity.
The Quest for the Perfect Fake ID
The fake ID. It's flimsy, it's fake and you want one. And you'll do just about anything to get one. The quest for the perfect fake ID includes five major sources. Call it civil disobedience, call it a party, the fun begins here. The street: More...
From Gutter to Gala
A new year is upon us and with it the expectation of self-improvement. Another three semesters and I'll be out on my own, expected to impress bosses, parents and potential partners with something other than charm and a slovenly appeal. Unfortunately...
It's like looking in the mirror, but 10 times worse
This summer I met a man, a barista, at the gayest coffee shop I know. He was the artistic, brawny type that hides the results of his workout under vintage t-shirts and attempts to bring back the cardigan. It's not until he rolls up his sweater-sleeves...