When Benjamin Franklin spoke his famous words that you should "never leave that till tomorrow which you can do today," he had most likely never seen Princeton during Reading Period.
I feel guilty. It's not because I haven't physically exerted myself in a month or because I didn't study 10 hours per day over break ? I had to save something for reading period.The cause of my guilt is the course selection card I turned in last month.
Like other institutions that have stood the test of time, Princeton can occasionally be Ptolemaic in thinking of itself as the center of the universe.
I used to be proud of my country, but now . . . .Morning rush-hour traffic going into Auckland.
Advocating abstinenceStatistics are statistics, but the author of "Surveys indicate infrequent sex on campus" in your April 15 issue clearly took the position that the lack of sex here was a problem that the student body needs to eradicate.
Since the passage of Proposition 215 in California three years ago, the use of marijuana for medicinal purposes has become a major issue for physicians, anti-drug policy makers and potheads alike.
Bicycle safetyIn response to April 14's article on bicycle safety ("Bike theft vexes students, police; Public Safety intensifies efforts"), I wanted to add that bicycle safety entails more than just locking your bike.
Alex, I'll have Reckless Corporate Negligence for $1000."For most of the 1990s, Procter & Gamble invested millions of dollars into fusing these two entities into a successful commercial marriage." "Wei-Ling""What are peanut butter & jelly?""Wrong . . . Colin""What are tofu and duck sauce?""No . . . Laetitia?""What are Prozac and chewing gum?""Sorry.
April 6, 1998, was a dark day for our beloved country. Everything we Americans had once held sacred ? our morals, our customs, our intellectual integrity ? was threatened by the invasion of a depraved force of subhuman creatures.They came from England armed with flowers, purses, televised stomachs and baby talk, and they took over America's TV sets by storm.
You have to be careful what you wear. Gang colors aside, certain symbols are ambiguous enough to cause real trouble when displayed in the wrong situation.I offer a case in point.
Some Thursdays, I just don't feel like fighting for my life. If it's been a long day, and I'm worn out, I don't want to scream, kick, bite ? or thrash on the ground with the 170-pound black woman sitting on my chest.Meet Shihan Linda Ranson, the fifth-degree black belt who teaches Women's Self-Defense at Dillon Gym this semester.
On taking depression seriouslyAfter reading two instances in the 'Prince' where people have referred to Prozac as a "happy pill" and depression as another case of the blues or of boredom with your life, of not thinking enough, of thinking too much, I felt that I had to try and at least clear up some of these misconceptions.It's a source of endless frustration to me to see people treat clinical depression lightly: "Oh, just take some Prozac and you'll be fine." Clinical depression (a terrible label, actually, as it just sounds like an extended period of the blues) is not just an extended period of the blues.
It's been said that today's youth face many more obstacles and hazards in their daily lives than their parents did.
When the USG passed a resolution in February to create an organization mirroring the Faculty Committee on Examinations and Standing ? the Student Committee on Examinations and Standing ? it took a necessary step to marshal student opinions on academic matters that affect the entire undergraduate body.
If you have testicles and feel like looking older, grow a beard. I did so recently and everyone said, "Wow, you look at least three years older." That was fun until I realized, "I'm 22." At 22, why would anyone want to look older?
The Toronto Maple Leafs were mathematically eliminated from playoff contention last Thursday. Their loss to the sad-sack Carolina Hurricanes (n Hartford Whalers) put a well-deserved end to an undeserved flirtation with post-season qualification.
Reading Janie Fleming's article entitled "Finding a recipe for happiness in that someone special" in the April 7 issue of the 'Prince,' I felt mildly amused again by some of our naive attitudes toward human happiness.
Quickly now: outside of class, what was the last poem you read?Perhaps this question has left you slack-jawed and silent; if not that, it has most likely forced you to dig a little bit deeper into your memory than if I had asked, say, "What was the last trashy paperback you read?" or "Where was the nearest bathroom your freshman year?"My point, of course, is that the reading of poetry in America as a form of entertainment has fallen into disfavor in recent years, and it is currently so rare that I have given up my search for a soul with whom to spend the early morning hours discussing John Donne's quirky brilliance, T.S.
Am I the only one who realizes that people don't speak to each other outside of the classroom at Princeton?Not speaking is a foreign concept to me.
In the State of the Union Address in January, President Clinton had the crowd roaring with his proclamations of good fortune throughout the land.
