By Grace Li In my recent tutoring session at a New Jersey prison, my student was analyzing an author’s portrayal of brotherhood.
This column is the second in a series about socioeconomic diversity and low-income students at the University. Signing into Terrace Club was one of the best decisions I could have made this year.
The Tumblr page for the “I, Too, Am Harvard” campaign that launched last week has already attracted thousands of page views.
One of the first emails I received from my residential college adviser upon my matriculation to the University was a list of the bathroom codes for Holder Hall—bathroom codes that I would never need to use myself but was only given so that I could be a resource to visiting female friends.
Monday marked the beginning of Mental Health Week, a USG-sponsored initiative that seeks to “increase awareness of mental wellness by connecting students with information about campus resources, reduce the stigma regarding seeking help and start and maintain a positive dialogue that is crucial to a safe and supporting community.” Through their various events, which range from talks and workshops to recreational activities, the Princeton Mental Health Initiative raises awareness about mental health issues on campus, invites students to foster an environment conducive to open dialogue and provides strategies for students to nurture their own mental well-being. However, the challenge lies not only in raising awareness about ways to improve mental wellness but also about changing the mindset of students in regard to these services.
In the seventh grade, my communications teacher pronounced my name “Chutney.” Even with eight years’ retrospect, I don’t think he was being racist; I just think that he saw my name on the roster, the thick conglomeration of consonants up front and all 13 letters of my undulating surname, and froze up.
In February, The Daily Princetonian reported on a lawsuit filed by a student who was allegedly asked to withdraw from the University following a suicide attempt in 2012.
As spring break draws ever closer, many students on campus are increasingly filled with a sense of dread, an overbearing feeling of anxiety, for midterms week is fast approaching.
Facebook’s recent announcement of its deal to purchase WhatsApp for $19 billion dollars has sent shockwaves through the tech world.
Last weekend, I took a break from the Orange Bubble and went to the East Coast Asian American Student Union conference, which was held at George Washington University in Washington, D.C.
Just one of the many texts and missed calls I received when I woke up last fall after my friend, as a light-hearted prank, had changed my Facebook status to “Leaving for the semester, can’t wait to see you guys next year!” While I quickly resolved the confusion, informing my very worried mother and my less concerned friends that I was in fact not leaving for the next semester (probably to the dismay of my more vocal and critical readers), the response from those close to me left a lasting impression. Instead of being a potential for alternative growth or creativity, the idea of leaving was considered a rash judgment.
No one would argue that the Princeton social scene isn’t very centralized. The majority of parties happen on the Street or in someone's dorm as a pregame before some eating club event.
Since 1969, one senior from each year’s graduating class has been elected as a Young Alumni Trustee— a position conferring the same rights and responsibilities as a fully installed member of the University’s Board of Trustees.
In its Feb. 25 editorial “Enhance Tiger Tuesdays,” The Daily Princetonian writes that the Office of Admission’s Tiger Tuesday program does not effectively sell the University to early admitted students.
On a gut level, international law and practice professor emeritus Richard Falk’s recent University-sanctioned lecture invitation was troubling.
Humans are odd creatures. We’ve excelled as a species because of our ability to communicate and work together.