On June 17, 2015 during a weekly Bible study at Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston, South Carolina, nine black civilians were massacred by a gunman whose intentions were to begin a race war.
I used to think that North Korea jokes were funny. I didn’t bother watching "The Interview," but I definitely had a good laugh at all of the jokes about the country in other media like "Team America: World Police" and the TV show "Archer." Yet, as I found out, what really makes us laugh about those jokes is that they make us uncomfortable, which I found out one day in Beijing this past summer. My friends and I had decided on a whim to go to a Beijing outpost of the North Korean government —a state-owned North Korean restaurant.
My grandmother and I were on the floor, our legs stretched out where the coffee table should go.
More than any before, the column I published two weeks ago, “Study Abroad sucked – you should try it!” attracted deeply personal feedback from friends, acquaintances and strangers.
My hours are flexible, and when I scheduled to work this past Sunday it hadn’t even occurred to me that I would be missing the main act at Lawnparties.
You’ve all probably heard “impostor syndrome” discussed at some point on campus.
For all of the efforts put in place to encourage entrepreneurship on campus, the University is still not what one would consider an “entrepreneurial” school.
“How was Africa?” many of my friends ask me.I usually chuckle, in a way that half hates and half loves this question.
“Let’s go around and say our names, majors and residential colleges!” she said with a radiant, but nonetheless unconvincing, smile.Small talk, or the art of talking about nothing, is not a foreign concept to most, if not all, Princeton students.
A long day of class is over. I’ve toiled through two inane lectures, a precept with that one annoying dude that won’t shut up, and that one class I actually enjoy but didn’t do the reading for.
I would like to share a letter that I recently wrote to Jacqueline Deitch-Stackhouse, the director of the University’s Sexual Harassment/Assault Advising, Resources and Education (SHARE) office, regarding “The Way You Move,” a freshman orientation core event.
I have a love-hate relationship with food. Often, I refuse to eat anything despite feeling hungry.
Perhaps it has already happened: you pass someone who you vaguely remember from a Community Action barbeque, or someone whom your hallmate introduced you to during Frosh Week.
If a friend had described what the current state of the 2016 Presidential Election would be like to me many months ago, I would have scoffed at her — Hillary Clinton scrambling for “likeability” and still answering questions about emails.
Ah, New York City. The city of lights, the city that never sleeps, the city of… homelessness. This past summer, I returned to work in NYC, and again I was reminded of the struggles of so many homeless on a daily basis.
On the 12th of September, Princeton opened for the academic year. A huge barrage of loaded Dinky trains, excited hugs, orange carts and the sudden reminder of the doors that are magically open to you with the card with Princeton written on it soon followed.
By Zach Horton From a recent grad to the incoming Class of 2019: congratulations — and welcome to what may well be the four most formative years of your lives.
By now, Lawnparties are over, and only a sea of dust from Quadrangle Club and a few stray plastic cups remain as physical evidence of the crush of people who filled Prospect Avenue over the past day.
The real danger of Trump isn’t that he might win, it’s that — at least for now — he doesn’t have to.It isn’t revolutionary to say that Congress isn’t working right now.
Last Thursday, about 1,000 freshmen returned from Outdoor Action and Community Action and began to settle into their dorms, joining those who chose not to do a pre-orientation program.
