Rejecting and maintaining tradition
On Easter morning, I awoke to a text from my grandmother. In the message, she expressed her wish that I attend a church service, as it is my family’s tradition.
On Easter morning, I awoke to a text from my grandmother. In the message, she expressed her wish that I attend a church service, as it is my family’s tradition.
It’s probably too early for a retrospective. I’m still a freshman, Preview was only yesterday and we have a few weeks to put our labors to rest.
We, the millennials, will be remembered as participants in the Age of Information. Most of us hold in our pockets a device that can inform us about almost anything.
The Tumblr page for the “I, Too, Am Harvard” campaign that launched last week has already attracted thousands of page views.
According to Major E.C. Lewis, president of the Louisville and Nashville Terminal Company,James Robertsonwas 5’9” with a heavy build, slender body and private demeanor.
Look closely, and you will see how often things fail. Take, for example, the failing of tree boughs under snow.
Aaron: Before entering Princeton, I held an obscure image of what I believed to be the “ideal University student.” I imagined that once I arrived, I would be expected to participate unquestioningly in a social and academic community to which I was not accustomed.
It may be time to open Pandora’s box. I am speaking, of course, about the feasibility of integrating mixed modes of learning into Princeton’s humanities courses.
During fall break, I saw Steve McQueen’s “12 Years a Slave” in one of the few theaters in the country where it was playing. I had read reviews praising the movie as a modern masterpiece.
Even as a first-year college student, I struggle to define the importance of place in my own experience.