If Princeton fans in the Hartford Civic Center think they smell a waft of mothballs tonight amidst the pleasant odors of popcorn and hot dogs, they are probably not mistaken.
It's March, and like many seniors, I'm wondering what on earth I'll be doing next year. For those of us who have spent four years parrying questions like "What do you plan to do with a degree in X?", admitting that we still don't know what we'll do when we grow up has become acutely embarrassing.
Not too long ago, I attended my first Princeton basketball game. It was the Friday the 13th serial killing of Brown.
Last fall, the Princeton community learned that plans were underway for a Student Center in the heart of campus, a commons much like those in other colleges where students could buy food, study, check email and real mail, and generally hang out.
On money-influenced publishingI was rather astounded to see the prominent front-page article on John F.
I could never go independent; I would starve to death ? or end up eating Cheerios for dinner every night.Such utterances are commonly heard among sophomores and juniors as they toss out independence as a future eating option.
It has been a wild ride lately for local skateboarders. First, with the installation of the Blair Arch railings, they enjoyed the thrills of a veritable amusement park ride.
There are 2,000 athletes at Princeton, on 38 varsity and 34 club sports. The vast majority of them are very much qualified to be here.
Chinese, Japanese, Greek, Italian, French, Mexican, American, Mexican-American. You name a cuisine, we've got a place that serves it.
On academic, athletic trade-offWhen I read John Kuhner's March 3 column "The Crumbling Ivory Tower," I was impressed to see that somebody is finally raising issues about the academic integrity of the Princeton campus.I encourage Mr. Kuhner, however, to back up his generalizations (which I expect are entirely true) and focus his arguments in his articles to come, in order to ensure that the University community does not write him off as misinformed.
Regardless of how the men's basketball team fares in this year's NCAA tournament, it truly has been a season to remember.
At a Whig-Clio debate last Wednesday, USG president David Ascher and academics chair Todd Rich defended their administration's position on the question of grade inflation.
Call to theoristsThe column "Drivers seat of a cadillac major" by Greg Ayres '99 (March 3), was so disjointed in its logic that a reply is necessary.
In July of 1945, Vannevar Bush, then Director of the United States Office of Scientific Research and Development, penned an article entitled "As We May Think" in The Atlantic Monthly describing a magical device called the "memex." The memex, Bush explained, would be . . . a device in which an individual stores all his books, records, and communications, and which is mechanized so that it may be consulted with exceeding speed and flexibility.
Athletic rebuttalForgive me, please, while I attempt to collect my ever-so-simpleminded thoughts.
It was just a joke, the writers of The First Amendment said, all just a joke.Nine kids at Miami's Killian High thought it would be fun to get together and compile a pamphlet of their finest art, poetry and prose, and name it "The First Amendment." Their final product was certainly some piece of work ? a vulgar collection of racist commentary, innuendo and crude depictions of sex.One featured essay was entitled, "One Student's Complaint." Like all the other contributors to "The First Amendment," this one student remained ever so bravely anonymous while wondering "what would happen if I shot Dawson in the head?" Dawson, Principal Timothy Dawson, just so happens to be in charge at Killian High.Those fluent in psychobabble have chalked the booklet up to adolescent angst, that term now used to justify what once was known in many cases as juvenile irresponsibility.
AUCKLAND, Feb. 24 ? New Zealand, like any island state, guards its borders closely. Undesirables and foreign plagues ?fruit flies, the potato blight ? must be kept out.
Being stuck in a cramped dorm room these past rainy-sleety days has been making me want to hop in a car and go somewhere.
At 9 p.m. Monday the 'Prince' was inundated with calls from students ? both experienced and inexperienced with networked University computers ? who were concerned with the pictures appearing on the University's home page.
Every year, I am surprised to meet people who have never set foot inside the E-Quad. I bemoan each one's loss, for the E-Quad is a truly wondrous place.
