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A: Receiving my midterm grades fall of freshman year. That was almost a welcome-back-home moment. Everything turned out alright, though.
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A: Receiving my midterm grades fall of freshman year. That was almost a welcome-back-home moment. Everything turned out alright, though.
A: In the classroom, that came pretty quickly. I got an eight out of 20 on my first Physics 103 quiz … and I think it got worse before it got better. In baseball, it came when I first stepped foot in the weight room. I had never really lifted before, so needless to say I couldn’t really keep up with the rest of the guys and I could hardly walk after every workout for about two weeks.
Q: What was your first welcome-to-college moment in volleyball?
The people of Pakistan delivered a crystal-clear verdict on nine years of military rule with this vote. The sharp rise of militancy, rising prices of fuel and essential food items, and a grave energy crisis bred dissatisfaction and resentment. But the death-blow to Musharraf's popularity came last year in reaction to his crackdown on an increasingly independent judiciary, his alleged illegal detainment and torture of hundreds of civilians, and his open war against the independence and objectivity of the private media.
The University’s financial aid policy may no longer be the single “strongest need-based financial aid program in the country” as advertised on the University’s financial aid website, Undergraduate Financial Aid Director Robin Moscato said in an interview.
Q: Welcome to college moment?
Kate Nash, whose debut, "Made of Bricks," was released stateside on Tuesday, was the darling of the British music scene for most of 2007. She popped up regularly in NME and Q, two of the United Kingdom's most influential — if not always trustworthy — magazines, and both her debut album and single — the catchy-as-wildfire piano pop of "Foundations" — rocketed straight to the top of the British charts and stayed there. Unsurprisingly, then, I had high hopes for the album. I had heard Nash was a bit like Lily Allen, which is not a problem in my book. And "Foundations," even if it was suspiciously similar to Allen's ubiquitous "Smile," was promising, with an innocent, off-the-cuff charm that's hard to come by in the Timbaland-monopolized pop world of 2007. Sadly, I have to report that Nash's album is not only a disappointment, it's a catastrophe. It's one of the most embarrassing and immature records I've ever had the displeasure of hearing.
Administrators held an open forum yesterday afternoon to answer student questions about the changes to the University's alcohol enforcement policy that were announced last month.
1. Preceptorial lubricant: So you can bullshit comfortably.
Princeton refocuses the peculiar, teaspoon-sized details that compose your idea of home: what your laundry smells like coming out of the dryer, whether or not you put your elbows on the table during dinner and the last person you say goodnight to before falling asleep. The tiny grey details of the everyday, which slipped by unnoticed during high school, revealed themselves with transparent intensity after I came to Princeton. Cable TV became a rare and beautiful thing. I realized no one but my mother would think of buying batteries before my TI-83 died the morning of an astrophysics exam. Freshman fall, I had weekly what happened to all the clean clothes, and why doesn't the Wawa sell Q-tips moments. But the biggest of my little realizations was that I wasn't going home for Turkey Day because California was too far away with only two days off.
Alumni show their devotion to Old Nassau in many ways — donning orange-and-black outfits for Reunions, getting tiger tattoos and donating millions of dollars to their alma mater.
For obvious reasons, the California recall election was a trash cultural goldmine. With stringent qualification standards replaced by the "Hobo Criterion" (does the prospective candidate gots change?), the election became an irresistible magnet for Z-list celebrities, the emotionally needy and the generally illucid. As these three categories describe nearly 97 percent of California residents, the field grew quite large. Eventually, it included such lesser lights as Gary Coleman, Gallagher, some porn star, Eugene V. Debs and, I am not making this up, a representative from the Ferret Legalization Party of California who was castigated by Rudy Giuliani as having "a mentally twisted concern with little weasels" and being "in need of professional help." In related news, Giuliani believes we should stay the course in Iraq, lest the ferrets follow us home or ally with stingrays to form an unstoppable amphibious anti-freedom force.
Q: How connected do you still feel to people at home?
Q: How is the Princeton community different from your community at home?
Q: Has your view of your home community at home changed since coming to Princeton?
Q: What was the biggest adjustment you had to make in coming to Princeton?
Q: Which physical things do you bring with you to Princeton to remind you of home?
Q: What values do you bring from home to Princeton?
Q: What is the biggest adjustment you have had to make in coming to Princeton?
Q: How is your community at home affected by your absence?