1. The freshmen shouldn't get anything we didn't have.
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1. The freshmen shouldn't get anything we didn't have.
1. Eisgruber to review grade deflation policy; B+'s respond, "Hey man, I thought we were cool!"
I’m sure almost all of us have gone to bed hearing the words, “Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.” Until recently, I took the saying for granted. Bedbugs, yeah sure whatever, good night. But with the recent news about bedbugs on campus, I’ve been thinking more about these nocturnal critters, and I’m here to tell you that, contrary to popular opinion, there are many reasons we should disregard the above nighttime adage.
Defense courses for women have been around for a while — such courses even became the latest Hollywood exercise fad. But a lot of people on campus might not know about the Rape Aggression Defense System, or RAD, a program offered to women by Princeton’s own Department of Public Safety and co-sponsored by the Sexual Harassment/Assault Advising, Resources and Education office.
Street sat down with Dean of the Faculty/computer science professor/amateur artist David Dobkin to chat aboutthe interplay between his mathematical background and his art, being self-trained within contemporary art and computer science communities, as well as the theme of creativity within both of these worlds. The Lewis Center for the Arts displayed his works of American Kitsch as an exhibition titled "Myself, I Think We Should Keep Collecting Titles," which closed last Friday.
“This is the sort of project that should come out of a daydream,” Lekha Kanchinadam ’15 explained. “They are giving you money to do anything you want.”
1. Government shuts down, Princeton students post indignant Facebook statuses and continue living their lives
As a result of the academic arms race between America's most prestigious colleges, Princeton has decided to go big or ... stay tied at number one, I guess. The outgoing Tilghman administration decided to overtake its architectural rivals —stalwarts that include Stanford and Harvard (never UPenn) —and plans for the Arts and Transit Neighborhood were born. This naturally led to the birth of the makeshift Dinky Station and the slow, painful death of the old one.
One of the beautiful things about college is the copious amount of food available to students on a daily basis. But for those students with dietary restrictions and allergies, eating at Princeton can be rather challenging. I sat down with several students with different dietary restrictions to assess Princeton's ability to accommodate a diverse array of palates.
What do you get when you combine seven characters with varying degrees of psychological trauma and a moving storyline weaving together family, loss and hope? The result is David Lindsay-Abaire’s “Fuddy Meers,” a whirlwind of a tragicomedy that blasts the audience with moments of hilarity and gravity. The cast and crew come together to deliver an excellent performance of this modern play.
Theater: As You Like It
With 1,506 likes and counting, Humans of Princeton is making its presence known in the Facebook community just a few weeks after launching. Created to“serve as a tool to get a brief but impactful view on a range of people's lives as humans in this beautiful town,” the project is growing in popularity on campus. Scrolling through the page, one encounters photographs that tell stories of someone playing a ukulele in a hospital in Senegal or embracing the fluidity of life or expressing the desire to return to one’s own homeland.
1. Reject John Locke's social contract theory.
Since I spent my freshman year in a double the size of a broom closet, it’s fair to say that I am grateful to now be living in a room with adequate oxygen levels. Nonetheless, every now and then we all suffer from pangs of intense room envy – whether it’s lying on the floor of your Whitman friend’s air-conditioned single in 90-degree weather or admiring the view through the windows of a two-story penthouse suite. Here, Street brings you an insider’s peek at Princeton’s prime real estate, so you can figure out who you should be friends with this year. (Writer denies all allegations that she took advantage of writing this article as an opportunity to snoop in other people’s rooms.)
The time we lovingly call 'Frosh Week' is infamous not only for its bacchanalian festivities, but also for its free goodies. What’s most important aren’t the free Post-Its and pens from the activities fair (although swinging by events in Dillon Gymnasium will curtail your trips to the U-Store) or the obnoxiously orange, oversized T-shirts with the names of obscure organizations on them. Princeton’s residential college giveaways blow all that free crap out of the water.
When I got sick that one time, you took care of me. I hadn't even told anyone that I was sick— I never do— but you noticed.
Theatre: “Fuddy Meers”
You go to Princeton, bitch. That means things are different here. You have left the real world and entered the Orange Bubble. You type “Frist” when you mean to type “first”. Your phone even auto-corrects it! “The slums” refers to sprawling Gothic architecture looking out over sprawling green courtyards. There are free fresh-baked cookies available to you every single night. Throwing beer in mansions seems to be a social norm —the list goes on. Of these changes, one has stood out from the rest. It is the bane of students old and new alike —Frist’s mailbox locks.