I came to Princeton with the preconception that it is a safe, insular campus — no officers roaming around with guns, and no need for such either.
My friends are well accustomed to my feminist rants by now. But last week when I asked if anyone else had seen the “Colonial Mansion” party signs with the playboy bunny logo, none of us could believe that it was actually happening.
Arriving to Princeton just one month ago, I never thought I would be wearing a pair of light pink, three-inch wedges.
Though midterms are looming, last week Princeton students endured the first real storm of the season, the tail end of Hurricane Joaquin.
I met a lot of cool people while rushing St. A’s. And not just cool in the stylish sense; I met genuinely thoughtful and engaging and unconventional people.
The Department of Public Safety recently announced that it will allow sworn officers to access rifles in case of an active shooter on campus.
The professor had already begun her lecture when I barged into Blair Hall T5, several minutes late for the three-hour seminar.
In the past year, there have been quite a few stirrings about expanding the University, with relatively little public discussion about it or what it means.
Earlier this month, students circulated a petition to bring a new co-op to campus. This echoed the efforts of a similar petition distributed in 2014 that called for a new vegetarian co-op.
I once heard this place described as an oasis of incredible passion and intimacy — a place to seek clarity like you’ve never seen and aimlessness you never wanted to know was possible.
by Marie-Elise Goetzke '17
California is now in its fourth year of a record-breaking drought. Call it climate change, call it the result of an abnormally persistent high pressure ridge, call it the wrath of God for all I care, but California and much of the western United States is dry.Luckily for us, there is no shortage of water in Princeton.
On Oct. 4, senior columnist Marni Morse wrote a column in The Daily Princetonian titled “Open parties: Making eating clubs slightly less restrictive.” In her column she argues that eating clubs should do away with passes and lists and instead be always either members only or PUID.
The House Republican Conference, by its own admission, is now in a state of ungovernable chaos. As Republican Peter King recently said on the record, “We look absolutely crazy.” Whereas 15 Republicans are currently running for President, the job listing for Speaker of the House may as well as be posted on Craigslist.
“The papers say 15 percent of youth are on meth... that’s bloody rubbish; try 60 percent.” These are the substance abuse rates according to a local paramedic I met this summer from my hometown of Wangaratta, Australia.
My high school had no real music society, so unfortunately I never got the chance to sing.