There once was a dream that was Princeton. In this quixotic vision, the University would forsake worldly concerns — employment prospects, the delicate psyches of its overly coddled student body — and become, once again, a place of learning.
Opinion columnists Molly Alarcon '10, Brandon McGinley '10 and Charlie Metzger '12 discuss arming Public Safety, Teach for America and civic participation and the COMBO survey and bicker.
Since more than one person on this campus has confused me with Brandon (there were once three ‘Prince’ columnists variously named “Brandon” or “Brendan”), I thought I would set the record straight: I am appalled by the Dockers “Man-ifesto” and by Brandon McGinley’s article on the subject.
On Dean's Date eve, we bring back a very timely column from five years ago tonight. 'Twas the night before Dean's Date,When throughout every college,Students were furiously typing,Spewing late-gotten knowledge.
The ULC thus asks all professors to make the switch to E-Reserves and help our community become more sustainable, economical and embracing of a proven pedagogical technology.
The mainstream media and popular opinion had condemned the past decade as a failure of epic proportions. All the evidence I needed came on Oct. 5, 2005, when Stephanie Meyer’s “Twilight” was officially released. Incidentally, that was the day literature died.
Though the fee requirement of these organizations is understandable, it is not desirable and serves as a financial barrier for low-income students and graduates.
Social issues are most likely to reach directly inside Fitz-Randolph Gate. That’s why they garner the most attention.
We are concerned that the limited number of spaces in FSI may not be allocated in the best way and that a justification for the high rate of participation of athletes has not been offered.
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.
