We (or, at least, I) entered Princeton ready to immerse ourselves in the life of the mind.
What exactly does “discrimination” mean? Considering how prominently it features in American history and modern social policy, you might imagine the definition to be fairly well-settled.
If you’ve been active on social media over the past few days, you may have heard word of a brief but concentrated burst of anti-Semitism which appeared on the campus of UCLA recently.
Watching the premiere of “Fresh Off the Boat” with the Asian American Students Association, I came to a startling conclusion about my own upbringing: I felt as if I wasn’t truly Asian-American. While most of the students in the group laughed along with some of the jokes in the show, based on their own experiences growing up in Chinese or Taiwanese-American families, I found myself unable to relate.
The Special Victims Unit of a police department investigates cases involving domestic violence, rape, elder abuse, child abuse, victims of human trafficking and victims with developmental or mental disabilities.
I’ve been facing an existential crisis. But this is no ordinary crisis about the purpose or value or meaning of life (Susan Wolf already covered that). I have been grappling with the purpose or value — or perhaps lack thereof — of newspaper column writing. This pseudo-crisis was spurred by a tangential discussion that I had in my journalism class when the question of the use of opinion in journalism was posed.
The night of Sunday, Feb. 15 was cold. The wind was biting. It was the kind of night my Tennessee mother fears I won’t survive.
At this point in my Princeton career, I can name a significant number of friends and acquaintances who plan on using their college degree to glorify the prestigious vocation of consulting after they graduate.
About a week ago, Republican Idaho state legislator Vito Barbieri found himself in the crosshairs of the national media for asking a rhetorical question.
Many people see the “freshman 15” as merely a myth made to scare incoming college freshmen. From The Atlantic to The Huffington Post, critics in the past few years have argued that claims of this weight gain are exaggerated.
This past January I witnessed an odd phenomenon for the first time: that whole month after winter break without any daily class routine, which seemed to be a uniquely Princeton experience.
Anyone who has held a senior leadership role in a University student group or organization knows, or will quickly learn, that the pace of University institutions is on an entirely different wavelength than that of most leadership terms.
The 2011 Women’s Leadership Report revealed a disturbing reality — in the “highly visible positions” of major student groups on University campus, women held fewer of the top spots since right after the first decade that the University began accepting women.
Hypocrisy is a curious human condition, and one that is important both to experience and to take note of, whether in oneself or in others.
"What is it about silence that is so unsettling and deeply irksome?" I wonder as I spit out some trite retort to a friend’s comment to avoid having nothing to say. Silence makes me so anxious that I instinctively fill it with some equally meaningless remark.
Black History Month has just ended, so I believe now is the perfect time to look at the goals and intentions of the month, and how they fit into the history of the University. In honor of the month, Shriya Sekhsaria has been writing a very informative series in The ‘Prince’ about the history of African Americans on this campus, from the very first evidence of an African American student, way back in 1792, to the feelings of current students with regards to race relations at Princeton.
As I write this, The Daily Princetonian’s editors are concluding the process of selecting new writers to join the ranks of the Opinion section.
Nobody wants life advice from an 18-year-old.
There is a special sense of hopelessness that accompanies leaving the Trustee Reading Room in Firestone Library at 2 a.m., paper unfinished and coffee in hand. I’ve spent more nights than I would have liked searching for a quiet study space after the libraries have closed.
The recent discussion regarding Bicker has attracted much interest and discussion, but as much as I am glad that the dialogue is active, I’d like to present another question to the debate: Why do we still have Bicker?
