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We all made it through midterms, arguably one of the most stressful times of the year. Having two exams, your D2, a COS 126 assignment that just won't work, and a paper to write all in one week amid regular schoolwork can definitely feel overwhelming. Drowning in our own little struggles, though, we sometimes fail to remember that all the members of the Princeton community have their own stresses to deal with, academic or otherwise. This week, we interviewed members of the Princeton community to get some advice, put our own stresses into perspective, and learn more about the community around us.
Congratulations: If you’re a Princeton student reading this article, that means it’s Thursday, my editors have run out of content and decided to run my trash, and most importantly, you’ve made it through midterms week! Pat yourself on the back, have an extra cookie in the d-hall, and celebrate! However, we all know that many sacrifices had to be made during that week, and we know that there were also many casualties along the way; some lost sleep, some lost friends, and some simply lost their sanity.
The Bent Spoon, situated at the heart of Palmer Square, is a hot spot for Princeton natives and tourists alike. This quirky ice cream joint offers an array of obscure flavors and other yummy desserts that will surely satisfy your sweet cravings. But be sure to weigh these pros and cons to decide if The Bent Spoon should be your go-to ice cream destination.
Last Monday, it rained. My roommate and I knew it would, even before opening the blinds, because our carpet started getting moist and our posters started to slouch and sag.
“Omri is certainly one of the most charismatic visiting artists that we’ve brought,” said Marge Goldwater, Program Director of the Schusterman Visiting Israeli Artist Program. “I’m thrilled that he is here. He is multidimensional — he is interested in filmmaking [too]. He’s always been very popular with the students and brings tremendous enthusiasm.”
Darkness. Silence. Then a single beam of white light as the projector shines on the audience, turning us into film. We wait, seated in two rows on the stage, in anticipation of the actors entrance to the seating area. But first: horns, percussion, swelling music. The movie of us ends and the lights come on in the house of the theater, but the stage remains dark.
By the time fall break rolls around, most of us will be slumping out of midterms and heading straight to bed. But these five Princetonians have planned ahead and won’t be. Hear from them as they offer a snippet of how they are planning to spend this much-needed fall break.
While the fall weather here at Princeton may be off to a slow start, fall fashion is certainly not. Students around campus sport effortless style, mixing elements of environmental consciousness, simplicity, and comfort. Look here for inspiration on how to put together statement-making outfits as the leaves change color and the temperature drops.
Since its origin in 2008, the Petey Greene Program has allowed Princeton students to tutor in a rather unique setting — prison.
“I didn’t want to get into anything, I didn’t want to start any trouble. For a while I was content to be quiet, get my degree, and get out.” — William Pugh, ’20
Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not actually from Princeton. No, it’s worse than that; I’m from the town next door, called Montgomery, which basically claims Princeton as its own even though parts of our town lack that illustrious 609 area code.
For its proximity to an institution with such busy students, it is no surprise that the Princeton Starbucks is full almost any time of day or night. Indeed, it is often a battle to secure a table for that last bit of reading or those pesky problem sets. And having been slow to add milk to my tea, I lost out on the last available spot in the house. So, tea and Chinese textbook in hand, I carried myself out of the door and set off, dejected, down Nassau Street in search of another spot to finish off my studying for the day.
Like a fish out of water.
For most doe-eyed freshmen, their first writing seminar class is an entirely new experience. Far from the easy-going English classes of high school, Writing Seminars act as a boot camp for blossoming writers, teaching the secrets to writing papers in just a few months.
Coming to Princeton from Philadelphia, a city slicker like me should have been disappointed by the simplicity and isolation of campus. Surely the manicured lawns, empty streets, and not worrying about getting mugged when walking back to my dorm at 2 a.m. ought to have felt anticlimactic somehow. Instead, I was a rat in a maze, stumbling through identical-looking fields with large white tents and diagonal sidewalks, trying to decipher which arch was which, walking all the way down Washington Road past Powers Field looking for the Neuroscience building (twice). I even found myself lost in my own hall, wandering up and down flights of stairs and through identical passageways.