I can imagine the terror on Cass Cliatt ’96’s face if students smoked peyote so they could understand Native American culture on its own terms.
The sign-in clubs are an invaluable part of the Street, providing an option for students who are averse to Bicker and a more accessible party environment for many underclassmen. With declining membership, they could face financial troubles in the future.
Instead, we can take that one jump from the safety net, falling comfortably instead into the arms of the people we wish to be with this holiday season, mortal arms that may in fact whither before we have had the opportunity — or rather, taken the opportunity — to reciprocate their embrace for those few moments when we are away from exams, homework, bank statements and jobs, for it is only in those moments of removal that we can appreciate their importance in our lives.
In the coarseness of its culture and in the sullenness of its people, this imagined town demonstrates the naivete of holding up increases in the success of business or in perceived liberty of individual action as intrinsic goods.
I could begin referring to myself in the third person as “The Force-man.”
There seems to be such a dearth of problems to solve that we’ve taken to creating our own.
The intention of the Credit CARD Act is to protect the young consumers who have long been seen as a profitable market by the credit industry — but it does more to limit their ability to obtain and use credit responsibly than it helps.
How are you guys pretending to be environmentally conscious while really serving a Fascist system and being a handmaiden to the Man?
The idea that USG members have a conflict of interest when working with administrators is absurd.
An open invitation to Michelle Obama ’85 to speak at Class Day.
Two USG officers discuss their decisions.
Teaching is a good way to stay metaphorically young. That said, it is hardly news that teachers do get older while freshmen remain forever youthful, and various things over the course of this semester have made me consider how curious it can be to go from young to not-so-young while remaining at the same institution.
Last Thursday, The Daily Princetonian reported that the employment of Associate Dean of the College Frank Ordiway ’81, whose responsibilities include oversight of postgraduate fellowship advising, will be terminated this June. We see no reason, based on performance and a thorough knowledge of the system, that Ordiway should have been fired.
Whenever someone asks me why I think I was selected as a Rhodes Scholar, I give the same response: luck, declining standards and my advisers. Were it not, I believe, for the many hours I spent at 406 West College conferring with Dean Frank Ordiway ’81 on applying for major postgraduate fellowships, I wouldn’t have had a chance.
Last spring, the student body passed a referendum requiring that USG members not solicit or accept recommendations from high-level University administrators.
