Toward the end of last year, as most of us were trying to figure out which classes to take this semester, the subject of good and bad professors often came up when my friends and I were trying to choose courses.
If there’s one thing studying in Beijing this summer has taught me, if not the fact that toilet paper is a luxury and that walking with your caged bird is apparently a thing, it’s that Asian Tiger nations have a distinctly unique way of reconciling traditional with modern, the East with the West.
During many mornings this past summer, I wandered into the kitchen to see my father, a retired investment banker, hunched intentlyover his laptop, headphones on and scribbling notes.
You know how, when you meet someone you’ve never seen before, you end up seeing her all over campus?
Before we even entered college, many advisers told us that if we had the opportunity to study abroad, take it, regardless of when or where it was.
“Randal Graves on the construction of the second Death Star: “All right, look— you're a roofer, and some juicy government contract comes your way; you got the wife and kids and the two-story in suburbia— this is a government contract, which means all sorts of benefits.
For students who’ve either put off the summer job search for far too long, or have been sent back gentle rejection letter after gentle rejection letter, the month before finals was when desperation set in.
Last Sunday, I arrived at Princeton Junction around 9:30 at night. On the New York platform I recognized someone: a recent alumnus standing with a distinguished-looking couple, whom I took to be his parents.
I woke up to the wails of power tools. Some days, their agonizing, heart-rattling whirring would crescendo, as if the drills were threatening to burst through my wall, through my headboard, into my head.
One afternoon late in August, I got an email about a start-up company that was launching a Princeton branch for their new social media app.
If there’s anything Princeton has more of than free food, tiger puns and black bear warnings, it’s the opportunity for students to study abroad and immerse ourselves in a different culture.
My dad likes to tell the story of the time when, as my soccer coach, he instructed my team to run a lap.
Each summer, one of my best friends from Princeton and I discuss our goals for the upcoming year.
Right now, it seems like the biggest, buzziest business opportunities are coming from the start-up world.
Sophocles once said, “I would prefer even to fail with honor than to win by cheating” — but then again, Sophocles didn’t go to Harvard. A recent survey released by The Harvard Crimson, profiling the incoming freshman class of 2017, found that about 42 percent of incoming freshmen have admitted to cheating on a homework assignment.
This summer, my mom, one of my brothers and I went to see “Jobs.” As we walked home, we talked about visionaries, the impact Steve Jobs had made on our daily lives, the pursuit of the product and the industries he had both created and destroyed.
Reunions can appear like the epitome of Orange Bubble ambivalence and insularity. Thousands of alumni gather for what seems like the sole purpose of partying and reliving their youth, safely enclosed within the Princeton campus. And while Reunions can becriticized for its excess,it doesn’t perpetuate the Bubble as much as it may seem. In a lot of ways, Reunions bursts the Orange Bubble.
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