Prisoners of Princeton
In “The Shawshank Redemption,” Morgan Freeman talks about the effects of long-term incarceration on prison inmates: “These walls are funny.
In “The Shawshank Redemption,” Morgan Freeman talks about the effects of long-term incarceration on prison inmates: “These walls are funny.
When I first saw the Lawnparties announcement video, my initial reaction was, “What a tasteless and offensive early April fools joke.” When I found out that the man rapping about a “little stupid-ass bitch” would, in fact, be the headlining act in May, I was not shocked or horrified.
At this point in my Princeton career, I can name a significant number of friends and acquaintances who plan on using their college degree to glorify the prestigious vocation of consulting after they graduate.
Most of my professors have been women. It’s not a large majority —I have had roughly 8 female professors for every 7 male ones, but that ratio is the highest I’ve heard of among my peers.
Christian Wawrzonek wrote a column last week proposing that anger is a counterproductive response to bring to any campus discussion about gender issues.
Professor Max Weiss has never met Slav Leibin. Obviously. If he had, he would have understood that Leibin, the Jewish Agency Israel fellowat the University's Center for Jewish Life,was acting in a purely advisory capacity when he pointed out that Weiss’s support ofthe Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions movementis at odds with the CJL’s Israel policy.
’Tis the season to be rejected. The acceptance emails and rowdy pickups have maxed out now as student organizations across campus take their pick of the deliciously talented cornucopia of applicants.
The first day of my study abroad program in Morocco was the usual combination of awkward mingling and useless information sessions.
My first day in Morocco, I was uncomfortable. After three days, I was angry. By the end of the week, I was more than ready to try out one of those female-only dystopian societies that science fiction writers find so captivating.
Once upon a time, I wandered out of a dining hall clasping an apple in one hand and two bananas in the other.