A couple days ago I received an e-mail from the Registrar's office reminding me: "You have not yet declared your major." I turned to my roommate.
As seniors drink off the memory of their theses and juniors sweat bullets over their junior papers, important stories are sometimes overlooked by those with their snouts in Solo cups or books.
Last weekend my wife observed, quite correctly, that our CD collection has gotten totally out of control.
I plant my pen on the open page lying in front of me, my eyes narrowing in concentration. Must take notes.
As pre-frosh discover Princeton this week, they will be showered with statistics about how great a place it is.
I suppose congratulations are in order, but I also imagine that you have already been congratulated, so forgive me if I don't tell you how brilliant and fortunate you are.
What would you do if someone handed you $5,000? Buy a boat? A Vail timeshare for the winter? A new used car, maybe?
I escaped from Princeton on Friday night. With my thesis turned in, I was raring to hang out, dance and throw back a few drinks.
Remembrances of John Wheeler from an alumnusRegarding ?Esteemed physicist John Wheeler dies at 96,' (Tuesday, April 15, 2008):I first encountered John Wheeler as a freshman engineering student in 1954 when he was lecturer in PHY 103.
Now that the winter snow has melted away, many students are finally able to crawl out of their dorms and wonder around the gothic wonderland we all call home.
Campaigns are defined by one sentence or moment that encapsulates an essential theme about the candidate.
When Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote, "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," he was referring to the death of a friend, not a romance that hit the rocks.
The University's Princeton Preview program provides a unique opportunity for newly admitted students to gain a better understanding of all aspects of undergraduate life.
The activist in me was, er, activated when I was about 13. A vile gym class teacher had decided that the day's torture would entail all the boys sumo-wrestling each other shirtless.
Recently, a beleaguered friend of mine loudly exclaimed, "I totally got raped by my history test." An awkward laughter trickled from the crowded lunch table.
