This week, hundreds of sophomores participated in the annual spring Bicker process at the six selective eating clubs.
Since we, concerned graduate students at Princeton University, published our last opposite editorial on the state of diversity in the Graduate School, there has been another unfortunate change to the administration.
After being on a swim team for all four years of high school, I’ve become accustomed to changing in the presence of teammates, both male and female.
In a column published last month, Newby Parton ’18 described a running joke among his peers that he had considered a microaggression: the “spectacle” that peers made of his pronunciation of “wh.” He admitted to feeling ashamed of telling a friend that he thought so, but he’s technically right.
Something has been brewing inside my head for the past few months, and recently it’s come to a boil.
By the time we arrive on campus freshman fall, we’ve all been told that “the Senior Thesis is a defining aspect of the Princeton experience,” so much so that we just expect it will significantly affect our time here.
This week, we return to the Orange Bubble. Even those who did not leave Princeton over Intersession are returning to the familiar rhythm of problem sets and papers, applications and auditions, of immersion in ideas and academia. Halfway around the world though, another community is making a very different return.
There has been a lot of talk recently about GirlCode, and the ramifications it has caused on campus.
I’d like to think that most people at the University know and care about the recent trial in Tennessee, in which two former Vanderbilt University students were convicted of the gang rape of a fellow student.
There are over129 million different books, according toengineers for the Google Books project.
My mom cried when I showed her that I had a bed of my own in my dorm room. She cried because I spent almost my entire life sleeping on either the floor or the living room couch.
Community is a big deal at Princeton. From the proud alumni who flock back to campus each June for Reunions to the thousands of enthusiastic students at athletic events, to the townies and tourists who stroll through campus and attend our events, Princeton is not complete without the community that surrounds it. Despite coming from around the world and having varied backgrounds and interests, we all contribute to our Princeton community, even if we do so in different ways.Princeton would not be what it is today without the numerous academics, activists, actors, artists and athletes. Among these roles is that of the archivist, which is whereThe Daily Princetonian comes in.
By Paul Chin ’06 Last spring, I skipped Reunions and attended a different kind of celebration.
GirlCode was a bad idea. For readers who missed the extensive coverage, on Jan. 7, three University freshmen released GirlCode, a mobile app containing the codes required to get into every Princeton women’s bathroom.
It’s hard being a student journalist at Princeton these days.I started my tenure as Editor-in-Chief a year ago discussing the University’s massive communications efforts to craft an ever-positive image of itself.
