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.
The writer of an article Friday's issue of The Daily Princetonian dealing with the change in course enrollment schedule fabricated a statement regarding a student interviewed for the article.
The semester has begun. With it, the piles of required reading on every student's desk have begun to grow.
For many years, racial affinity organizations like the Black Student Union have helped students from diverse backgrounds adjust to life at Princeton through their mentoring programs.
Our gray minivan hummed along the winding single-lane New Jersey roads and the air conditioning blazed as I watched tall, old trees whiz by my window.
At the time of writing, it is Thursday, Sept. 11, 2008. It is the first day of classes for Princeton, and for me it is the first day of classes of the last year I will spend as an undergrad.
Right now, the primary goal of the residential colleges is make the Class of 2012 feel right at home on campus, and the University has its eyes firmly fixed on this overriding goal.