Honestly, I had my doubts about the ?What I Be? campaign. Created by Steve Rosenfield, the ?What I Be? project spreads awareness about the issues that people suffer from on a daily basis by photographing participants with their insecurities written on their bodies.
Trans-inclusive health careRegarding ?Editorial: Sex
Over the past few years, the Wilson School has undergone dramatic changes in its undergraduate program.
On a frigid Thursday night, I donned my gloves and buried myself in a thickly knit scarf and began my trek up campus to Witherspoon Hall.
Sitting in my adviser?s office with four days to the official start of my freshman fall, I glanced over my course registration form over and over again.
I awoke on Monday to find an email from a good friend with the subject line ?happy monday? containing only a hyperlink to the comments section of an article on The Daily Princetonian?s website.
Last Saturday was Texas Independence Day, and seeing the Princeton Texans Club table set up in Frist, with our giant Lone Star flag and representatives decked out in Stetson hats and cowboy boots, reminded me once again of how much pride I have in my home state.
Princeton?s advising system is weak. For whatever reason, it doesn?t seem to be able to institutionally provide good advising in terms of academic, career planning or independent work.
I was an idealist, OK? Seduced by the romantic freedom college offered, I made a choice that now seems absurd.
In the past couple of weeks, columnists Rich Daker and Susannah Sharpless have both presented us, in their own ways, a vision of what a college education ? a Princeton education in particular ? is all about.
Change is tough. Sociologist Max Weber famously remarked that ?politics is the strong and slow boring of hard boards.? Progress, in other words, does not come easily: One must fight tooth and nail.
Last week the ?Prince? reported a groundswell, or at least a tremor, of support for a plan to make the Wednesday before Thanksgiving a de jure vacation day ? currently, it is merely a de facto day off.
It is with some hesitation that we offer this criticism of Mental Health Week. We have been deeply moved by the narratives posted online ? indeed, they have inspired our own reflections ? and we hope that our thoughts are not read as an attack on a necessary call for awareness.
It?s the end of March, and this year, as usual, professors are sleepless in New Jersey. Every morning for the last couple of weeks, I have risen from my comfortable bed at an even more ungodly hour than usual, padded to the kitchen in search of caffeine, and then plunked myself in front of the computer to see what my seniors have sent me.Most days, the catch is plentiful: one or more long chapters, packed with material, appear, attached to an email sent between 4:00 and 6:00 AM.
Having just re-entered the world of academia after a year off from Princeton, I reckon now is a good time to think more deeply about what I’m getting from my formal education.
Nearly two decades ago, in 1995, members of the Asian-American Alumni Association for Princeton (A4P) staged a sit-in demonstration at Nassau Hall, protesting the lack of Asian-American and Latino studies programs at the University.
My elementary school history classes stuck mostly to the facts. George Washington was the first president.
