Though I recognized the clubs as an entrenched means of social stratification within the university community, part of me wanted to access and benefit from the system. As I slowly lost my ties to the world outside the Orange Bubble, that part of me grew.
Today’s issue of The Daily Princetonian marks the beginning of the 135th Managing Board’s tenure, and a renewed emphasis on improving both our online and print operations. Over the next year, we will strain to push the newspaper and its dedicated staff to the forefront of collegiate reporting.
Social networking sites are useful, but their business model is to sell detailed information about their users. As a result, our personal data spreads far and wide, our privacy is eroded and our risks increase.
The editorial board’s suggestion that we eliminate the language requirement is ludicrous. Every Princeton student should reap the benefits of speaking a second language.
Most victims of abuse do not go to SHARE. Thus, it is the responsibility of every person in our community to provide their friends with a safe space to discuss their trauma. It is the responsibility of every person in the community to be the “right person” to talk to — one who will not break confidentiality or exude pity. If someone discloses to you that he or she is a survivor, it is important to keep these few points in mind.
For at least four decades, the Graduate School, with assistance from the registrar’s office, has compiled data on completion, time-to-degree and placement for all its Ph.D. programs and has used that information in discussing ways to improve the graduate programs on campus.
Behind the pages of The Daily Princetonian, there are more than 150 students devoting thousands of hours to creating the paper you read every morning. Those people disappear behind the bylines and mastheads — and part of that’s our fault. As journalists, we aim to collect facts and personalities and to convey them as objectively as possible. Doing so necessitates that we remove ourselves from the equation, which is no easy feat when we’re writing about the same campus community to which we all belong. Even talking about this publication in its own pages is generally taboo, but each outgoing editor-in-chief gets one chance to break this rule.
While it certainly is important that some degree of exposure to foreign culture be a component of a Princeton education, that goal would be better served by replacing the foreign language requirement with an additional distribution requirement in cultural studies.
The incoming and outgoing executive editor for opinions sit down with host Michael Medeiros to discuss this semester's top columns and debates.
While “The University” is not engaged in an intentional campaign to destroy the clubs, it has been actively pursuing policies that are not in the best interest of the continued survival of Prospect Avenue. The proverbial Road to Hell is always paved with good intentions.
The underlying question is thus: When one has issues or problems that one would not feel appropriate revealing to one’s superiors and colleagues — the latter often being your closest friends — to whom does one turn?
My friend was carrying a heavy bag of corpses down the Street. When I offered to help her with it, she opened a can of whoopass on me.
Ask yourself: when is the last time you ever ventured, really ventured, outside the Orange Bubble, physically or psychologically? I don’t mean taking that trip to Panera. (Good use of “that” to create implied familiarity.)
Much more than interdisciplinarity, however, is lost — I’ll risk incurring the wrath of some by calling it culture — when students of physics and literature consider each other to be fools because the former don’t care what century Chaucer lived in and the latter have never heard of Boyle’s law.
After being here at Princeton for almost a whole semester, I can testify that Princeton has created an environment where not only is it easy to remain a religious Jew, but it is possible to get exposure to Judaism even when one does not seek it out.
On Dean's Date eve, the 'Prince' brings back a very timely column from five years ago.
