Today my newsfeed on Facebook contained three Buzzfeed lists, four Joe Biden memes, and a slew of news based editorials dressed up with superlative click-bait titles and dubious factual content.
Holding back my yawns upon the cold New Jersey beach, I watched as the first sunlight of 2017 turned the gray waters of the Atlantic a fiery red.
My condolences to the family and friends of Wonshik Shin ’19, whom I met through Community Action during his freshman year.
You can chase me, but you cannot catch me; I am always running Rustling through the trees, looking into the leaves, I find my mirrors; they reflect my changing seasons I enter indoors, and on your wrists and walls, I hear it — tick, tick, tick — this ticking is my tempo With rhythm in my core, I rush out the door, and I see you — an internal clock, a walking hourglass In you, every grain of sand is a magical clay with which you can create Yet you let it flee, you’re killing me, as you procrastinate I may be eternal but you are not While you wrinkle and gray, I am born everyday I rise with the sun, and sink with the moon I am life’s rhythm, giving you a shout I am Time And I’m running out When we read this riddle and realize that time is running out, we become stressed.
I am against the sanctuary campus movement. My opinion is not bigoted; I believe that Princeton should be a safe haven for all students to receive an education regardless of their immigration status.
On a mild night this past September, I remember watching stars as they pierced through the retreating clouds.
This holiday season, I’m reminded of how lively campus becomes, and how various festive celebrations and traditions will take place in the next couple of weeks.
It was a few years ago; I remember the commotion and stress. People were glued to their screens and social media, scanning CNN and NPR’s Twitter feeds for any insight or information on her current status. Several news outlets quickly jumped to be the first to say that she had been killed; a few minutes later, they revealed instead that there were conflicting reports on her condition. Eventually, they all issued corrections stating that Representative Giffords was in critical condition; she was, however, alive. News sources rushed to be the first to write these headlines, knowing we would be hungry to consume it, but not question it.
“Princeton scrubs ‘men’ from campus”. “’Gender Inclusive’ Princeton Becomes No Man’s Land”. “Princeton HR department: Don’t use word ‘man’”. What happened to warrant such an explosion of the press?
Once upon a time, Congress passed a law aimed at ensuring that university community members, particularly current and prospective students and their families, could access accurate information about campus crime. Such information would allow them to judge safety levels and determine if a particular college is indeed the place they wanted a young adult to attend for four years.
Buzzfeed ran a story a few weeks ago about a bar in London that has a ball pit in the basement. Adult coloring books top the Amazon best sellers list, and there are camps for adults in Brooklyn.
Being a Korean citizen has always been a great source of pride for me. I consider South Korea as my mother nation, even after having lived in the United States for more than ten years.
While everyone was paying attention to the presidential election, Maine quietly made history — not when it joined three states in legalizing marijuana, but when it became the first state to adopt ranked choice voting for all elections. Ranked choice voting, or RCV, is a system where voters rank their candidates, starting with their first pick and working down.
I’ll admit that I felt very conflicted about President Eisgruber’s statement about the call to declare Princeton a “sanctuary campus,” or a campus that would not voluntarily assist federal immigration officials in the deportation of undocumented faculty, students, and staff.
The proper response to Donald J. Trump’s election to the Office of the President of the United States of America is to grieve.
Since the fall of 2012, Princeton has instituted a policy in which first-year students are prohibited from affiliating with or rushing fraternities or sororities.
Mr. President ... again. In an upset for the political establishment of both parties as is now eminently clear, Donald Trump bested Hillary Clinton in the Electoral College.
Election season is here, and I can hear your collective groan. We’re still recovering from the national trauma of a seemingly never-ending campaign season, and again our doors, walls, and email accounts are plastered with posters demanding of us to exercise our civic right (read: duty) to vote. When I returned to my room late Sunday evening, I found notes from numerous candidates, telling me why they would be the best person for the job or just reminding me that they have a name, they exist, and they really want to represent me.
Ten years ago, a white Princeton student was nearly five times as likely as an Asian student to be in a selective eating club.
If you go to the second floor of Frist and walk down the hall of classrooms, you’ll see an exhibit all about the 13th President of Princeton and 28th President of the United States, Woodrow Wilson.
