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The graduate student body recently held a unionization meeting on Oct. 13, during which they provided information and opinions regarding whether to affiliate with the American Federation of Teachers or the Service Employees International Union, two national unions. At the meeting, the graduate student body voted against a proposal to move forward a vote that had previously been planned to occur on Oct. 18. They did so quite rightfully, in my opinion, considering that most graduate students only learned about the existence of a unionization committee a few days before the informational session, and many did not even know then. While I acknowledge and sympathize with a desire on the part of Princeton Graduate Students United to keep a low profile and guard against the danger of intervention or retribution on the part of a hypothetical wrathful administration, the end result of these efforts was a completely opaque process.
It’s an exciting time for graduate student labor. Recently, the National Labor Relations Board decided to grant the right to unionize to students who work as teaching and research assistants at private universities. Since then, graduate students at a number of institutions have begun organizing support around unionization and even petitioning the NLRB for union recognition. Graduate students at the University may be next.
In its most recent piece, the Editorial Board of The Daily Princetonian criticizes the Women*s Center for an array of “overwhelmingly liberal events,” such as events around the #BlackLivesMatter movement and abortion stigma for students. In doing so, it presupposes a liberal agenda that rejects all opposing views — one monolithic set of views to which not only all liberals subscribe, but also apparently the Women*s Center as well.
Family gatherings suck because someone always mentions God.
Here at Princeton, we’re pretty close to New York. People always talk about taking the train to Grand Central for the weekend — not to mention the fact that all of our residential colleges frequently offer bus rides up to see Broadway shows. And in general, we’re all happy with our proximity to New York. It’s close but not too close.
Due to how much success we’ve experienced and the praise that often comes with it, many of us have the tendency to associate our self-worth with that success and praise. We confuse innate value with our skills or jobs or good looks. Instead of being “Luke who happens to write and has good test-taking skills,” in my mind, I become “Luke the writer and the test-taker.” The operative identity has switched from a person to a skill, from an unchanging essence that endows you with worth and value and purpose to an arbitrary set of skills you ironically have very little control over.
The professor strolls back and forth, waving his hands around as he speaks on the subject of his passion, 100 percent invested in the lecture. In front of him, rows of students are typing notes on laptops. This is the front view of a University lecture hall.
During the second Princeton Preview for the Class of 2020, the debate team argued whether affirmative action should be based on race or socioeconomic class. The answer is more nuanced than any one-sided view. The best way to structure affirmative action in college admissions is to consider two things in tandem: ZIP code and race.
Princetonians are an interesting bunch. I’ve observed, over the past three years, that they’re different from normal people. And not in a snobby, “we’re so much better than normal people” way, but in a weird way. Like, your family kind of weird. A little insular, a little eccentric.
Editor’s Note: This article does not representthe views of the ‘Prince’.
The Office of Vice President and Secretary of the University did not know whether or not students had a voice on the University Board of Trustees. After being routed once, I was put in touch with Director of Media Relations John Cramer, who eventually informed me that there are no students on the Board of Trustees. It turns out that we have no voice.
Just last month, a blackchild playing in Columbus, Ohio was executed by police. As black members of the University community continue to struggle with the traumatic aftermath of such a particularly disturbing act of violence, those of us who are their peers should ask ourselves: could such a tragedy happen on our own campus? How safe would a black child be playing in our community?
The 2026 Campus Plan, released on September 19, calls for the construction of a seventh residential college to accommodate an expected 10 percent increase in the student body. Expanding the University has its pros and cons, but I’ll leave that for another column or another columnist — I’m here to discuss the absurd and infantilizing residential college system.
Some so-called free speech advocates seem to be talking out of both sides of their mouths. Take for example the Princeton Open Campus Coalition’s open letter to first years. The POCC was founded, it’s important to recall, in response to the Black Justice League’s peaceful sit-in last year. In this letter they sharply criticize the “shutdown culture” of student protests and list examples of speaker events on campuses across the country that were canceled in response to such demonstrations.
Now that the frenzy of frosh week has died down, Lawnparties has passed, and classes have (at last) begun for real, a different kind of frenzy is beginning to set in on Princeton’s campus.
As a freshman, I entered COS 126 with a healthy degree of apprehension. Having been forewarned that I could be called for a disciplinary hearing at any time for inadvertent plagiarism, I took great pains to lock myself into a room and bang out our first programming assignment. I soon realizedthat these were all misconceptions.I didn’t have to figure out the intricacies of randomwalker.java or it’s more vexing version, randomwalkers.java, all by myself. The course came with resources like Piazza, office hours, and best of all, lab teaching assistants who were at Lewis Library every evening helping hapless students debug their code. These undergraduate students who had taken the course in previous semesters regularly host help sessions, which are distinct from the office hours of the graduate student preceptors.
When I was about 12, my grandmother gave me a shirt from an off-price department store. The shirt proclaimed “VOTE” in red, white, and blue worn letters, meant to evoke a retro feeling that I wouldn’t understand until later. My grandmother bought me the shirt not only because she could see my passion for the political process, but also because she knew that one day I would cast my own vote in honor of the legacy left by so many people who fought for this right.
Editor’s Note: This article does not representthe views of the ‘Prince’.
I, along with a significant chunk of Princeton’s student body, sat down to watch the first presidential debate in Richardson Auditorium last week. Watching the debate in this setting created a communal feeling. People reacted together, hissing and clapping as if on cue.