On arming Public Safety and lessons from Ghana.
My fellow Princetonians, I have a solution to eradicating the awkwardness of familiar strangers. It’s called Name Tag Day, and you will love it — or you will be made to love it.
The core mission of the board is to inspire discussion and action. But this is impossible without a constant influx of students with unique perspectives — independent thinkers who are eager to debate and willing to engage with issues important to Princeton.
I don’t understand why there has not been more of an outcry against Adderall use on campus. I understand that ADHD is a medical condition, and I am only addressing usage without a legitimate diagnosis and prescription. Why don’t we care?
It doesn’t matter whether you actually can teach well or not, so long as you go through the motions of teaching for the required amount of classroom time. I suspect that the janitor in my building is held to higher standards for his cleaning than most professors are for their teaching: A previous janitor was removed for not properly carrying out her duties, while I have sat through hopelessly muddled lectures from professors who have been teaching the same course for years, if not decades. There is little accountability of the teaching quality offered by the professors, in part because students don’t demand high-quality teaching.
Since it will be years until the next chance to decide on marriage in New Jersey, what are equality-loving Princetonians to do?
In her recent column “On alcohol,” President Tilghman suggested that dangerous drinking will remain a problem until students stop thinking that “drinking oneself into a stupor that is potentially life-threatening” is cool. This leads to a more obvious question: How the hell did anyone at Princeton ever come to think of such heavy drinking as cool? The answer, in part, is Bicker.
At this time of year, many sophomores and some juniors and seniors are considering one of the more important decisions of their time at Princeton: where they will eat. For some of you, this is a big deal. Since the beginning of your freshman year, you’ve been prodded and primed from all directions to join a particular club, to join with a particular group of people and quite possibly to take steps to increase the likelihood of gaining acceptance to a particular bicker club.
Balancing our identities as Princeton students and ‘Prince’ editors is a constant struggle. We’ll be the first to admit that we’ve made some mistakes.
The faculty had two objectives in adopting the policy. One was fairness. The other was clarity of message.
When I am asked, as I often am, “What keeps you up at night?” my answer is always the same: the fear of a phone call in the middle of the night, telling me that one of our students has just died from alcohol poisoning.
No issue is too small! No point is too trivial.
Whenever we here at the ‘Prince’ are feeling down we always look to the same place for a little pick-me-up: our biggest fans, the online commenters.
Connor Diemand-Yauman will leave behind a legacy that stands head and shoulders above those of his most recent predecessors.
