During the first day of my freshman seminar three years ago, my professor asked our class what made us grateful to be at Princeton.
In the wake of the Bush administration's announced $700 billion bailout of the banking industry - which has already enhanced the banking executives' personal stock portfolios by multiple millions - we must ask who got the bankers into the deep doo-doo in which they now find themselves.To blame the bankers themselves implies that free markets do not work as advertised by The Wall Street Journal's editorialists and by the economics profession, whose hallowed doctrines are incompatible with that thesis.
For the past few years of my undergraduate experience, I have returned from summer vacation bombarded with statistics on how great Princeton is.
Last week, physicists in Switzerland activated the Large Hadron Collider (LHC), the most powerful particle accelerator in the world, which many hope will yield unprecedented insights into the fundamental laws of our universe.
Once upon a time, the economy was awesome. Really - just super. People lazed about in swimming pools full of hundred-dollar bills, and everything was made of gold.
It was one of the most beautiful rooms I had ever seen. The hall was somber yet triumphant, dimly lit by hundreds if not thousands of flickering votive candles gathered in several thematic stations: for families, for the church, for the stricken, each illuminating an image of Saint Joseph.
The freshmen at this university get an excessive amount of information and advice - of varying quality - thrown at them in their first few weeks on campus.
Hello, Princetonians! It is such an honor to speak with you intelligent, charming students who love your country as much as I do.
There's no denying that Princeton is a diverse place. Princeton gathers a crosssection of students diverse in background and ideas.
In the past week you have seen unsigned editorials in this space commenting on a new campus mentoring program and the Amethyst Initiative petition calling for debate over the current drinking age.
Last year, Amy was my bathroom friend. We used to have long chats in the bathroom about formals and concerts and why she was doing up her hair so nicely and where I was going that it was OK for me to be wearing sweatpants again for the fifth day in a row.
As if returning seniors don't have enough to worry about with theses and forgotten graduation requirements, there looms the ever present question: "What am I doing with my life?" For some, internships, summer jobs or special programs have lined up the first step into the real world.
I've never understood Mary Poppins - yes, Mary Poppins the infuriating nanny from that inscrutable Disney film of the same name.
In a dimly lit bar flooded with warm light and cold stainless steel, a young, good looking Caucasian couple's eyes meet for a brief moment.
Since last July, leaders of 130 U.S. colleges and universities, including Johns Hopkins, Middlebury, Duke, Pomona and Dartmouth, have signed the Amethyst Initiative.
On July 23, Michael Mahoney GS '67 died, a few days after he suffered cardiac arrest while swimming in Dillon pool.
