Entering my sophomore year, I began discussing with my friends the inevitable decision of which eating clubs to consider.
In the middle of my first week of classes here at Princeton, I could finally take a breath.
In the multipurpose room of Dillon Gymnasium, I found my hips turning slowly to Enya’s “Wild Child.” It was something I wouldn’t have wanted my grandfather to see.
By Ellen Chances Once upon a time, there was a canopy that stood tall and happy at the Princeton train station.
For the entire day, he was all I could think of. Nervous thoughts rushed through my mind just as I rushed through my day.
Finishing at 21 hours and 19 minutes, Sen. Ted Cruz ’92 may have broken the record for longest campaign announcement speech in history.
I had just gotten back from the Street, clothes crusted in heaven-knows-what, when my mother calls me from Korea at 4 a.m.
This month, while everyone was returning to the quintessentially Princeton setting of ivy-covered castles (or, in the case of Wilson, ivy-covered bomb shelters), I was also returning, along with a number of others, to a setting that holds little in common with everything ivy: the Wilcox/Wu dish room. Three-and-a-half hours a night, two nights a week, I join my fellow student workers in a deceptively simple task— cleaning the dishes that hundreds of our classmates have used, so that they can be returned to the servery to be used by hundreds more.
By David Hammer We do not pretend to understand the occult forces that drive student group advertisement.
During my internship program this summer, my fellow interns and I gathered in The Huffington Post offices, talking to former Princeton Dean of Religious Life (and current HuffPo Religion editor) Paul Raushenbush.
Edward Snowden’s leaks, and subsequent quest for asylum, transfixed people around the world. America’s response has been, at best, muddled.
Life was easy in elementary school. As long as we paid attention, didn’t fight other kids and dutifully recited our ABCs, we were good.
This semester, the computer science department decided to officially rescind the non-pass/D/fail designation for COS 126: General Computer Science, after instituting it for 126, COS 217: Introduction to Programming Systems and COS 226: Algorithms and Data Structures last semester.
This past Saturday, as I was getting dressed to go out, I heard indecipherable shouts coming from outside (call it luck of the first floor). I was waiting for my own pickups, so naturally my roommates and I dashed to the common room window to get a better look.
It was around midnight one Saturday over the summer, and I was piled in a friend’s living room with about five other people.
In sufficiently complex economies (i.e., anything but a colonial "cottage industry"), the essential element is specialization — an electrician might not know how to cultivate plants, but this doesn’t practically worsen the quality of the person as an electrician.
The summer before freshman year, I was excited to receive my email address andsee my name placed beside the email subdomain “@princeton.edu”: a confirmation that my acceptance wasn’t some mistake by the Office of Admission.
"I pledge my honor that I have not violated the Honor Code during this examination." Since the beginning of my short Princeton career, I have written these words on every single examination I have ever taken.
In these pages, we aim to print pieces that engage with and comment on our campus, our community and our lives as students.
By Uwe Reinhardt Princeton University’s Ad Hoc Committee on Diversitydelivered its final report to the public a few days ago.
