Emily Brill

In the late spring of my freshman year, while poring over my Math 114 notes in one of those tiny "study rooms" in the Quad, a senior from my Italian class came parading down the hall.
April 11, 2013 at 5:39 am

I’m hopeful every self–respecting senior has, as I do, a bucket list.  I have neither the space nor chutzpah to enumerate my personal bucket list here.  For those who don’t have one, take comfort in knowing that mine is too long and mostly impossible and any points of completion will surely offer little solace when it actually comes time to graduate.  In thinking about how best to utilize this column to cross something off my bucket list, however, I would like to issue a formal search warrant for my apparent doppelgänger, Tanya. If it wasn’t necessary to the comprehension of this story, I would hide the fact that I frequent Einstein’s pretty regularly.
November 15, 2012 at 5:51 am