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.
In a Letter to the Editor on September 7, 2015, Luke Koppisch, Deputy Director of the Alliance Center for Independence noted that while Princeton seeks robust academic freedom, it also requires that all of its members show each other mutual respect and understanding.
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.
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.
The start of classes is an exciting time, offering students a chance to meet new people, reconnect with old friends and explore varied interests.
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.
