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On an ordinary, unassuming Thursday in East Pyne, 35 students attended a lecture that defied history — not for necessarily for its radicalism or ingenuity, but rather, for its existence.
On most afternoons, as I saunter back to Forbes College after class, my phone is a constant temptation. I have not checked it during my lectures and precepts, and I anticipate unread emails and waiting text messages.
The Oct. 1 referendum on Catalan independence made headlines, but not because of its result. As CNN reported, “some 893 people were injured as riot police raided polling stations, dragged away voters, and fired rubber bullets during clashes.” International media published videos showing Spanish policemen beating people up, from teenagers to old ladies. Nonetheless, about 43 percent of Catalans managed to vote, and among those, 92 percent voted to secede from Spain. Three of the four main Spanish political parties, making up 70 percent of the members of Parliament in Madrid, failed to condemn police brutality. The Spanish government condoned it by calling it “proportionate.”
“Chitty chitty bang bang, she wants a pretty shitty gang-bang,” was the snippet of song I heard being chanted by at least a dozen drunk-sounding men as I happened to be walking by a dorm room during frat rush season last year.
It’s Friday, and a Princeton freshman is preparing to brave Charter. It’s cold, but the basement will feel like a sauna. She doesn’t see herself doing laundry any time soon, so she doesn’t want to wear something she isn’t comfortable letting soak in sweat and other liquids for the foreseeable future. She decides on boyfriend jeans, an oversized tee shirt, and Converse.
We refer to Princeton as the Orange Bubble, but it’s more than that. A bubble implies transparency, allowing its occupants to view, if not inhabit, the outside world. But Princeton is more pervasive and concrete than just a bubble. With its customs, vernacular, and Public Safety, Princeton is a fortress for academia, a country in its own right.
To the Editor,
Life at Princeton is stressful, often feeling like both a marathon and a sprint. The pressure to achieve impressive grades, form meaningful friendships and networks, gain admission to clubs, plan for a prosperous professional life, and seem happy can be incredibly overwhelming, if not frustratingly impossible. This is especially so for the many students who suffer from anxiety, depression, and other mental health conditions. Princeton is aware of this culture and promotes self-care and recognition of the fact that “you are not alone.” But this is not sufficient. The philosophy that Princetonians need is one of self-compassion: learning to love and accept themselves, flaws and all, and recognizing that failure is an inevitable and necessary aspect of the Princeton experience. The difference between this and typical self-care may seem trivial, but these are two fundamentally different approaches to building resilience.
For some, a lack of family dinners seems foreign. For others, it ironically feels like home. I distinctly remember a day in my sophomore year of high school, when my teacher asked my class of around 20 students, “How many of you eat dinner with your family every night?” Two or three shy hands wriggled their way up.
After the recent ad hominem attacks I received in response to my last column, I have decided to write on something less controversial: Secretary of Education Betsy DeVos’ recent revocation of part of the Obama administration’s Title IX guidance. Oh, wait, sorry: I meant more controversial.
Almost two years ago, I exited my COS 109 class and opened my phone to find a flurry of texts. 14 people had been killed in a mass shooting that took place in my hometown of San Bernardino.
Dear Princeton community,
"I don't remember much about the time we crossed the border," says Johana Leanos '21, "but my sister tells me there were about six people in each trunk."
On October 3, columnist Beni Snow's article titled "Crime at Princeton" made the bizarre claim that "our legal safety is lacking" from underage drinking laws. His article continues to explain how the laws aren't productive. At the end, he calls on President Eisgruber to advocate for lowering the minimum drinking age to 18 by saying that, "The current system is not stable."