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I have stopped saying I’m busy.
“When I think about how much housing has impacted my experiences here in ways that others have not had to deal with, it just reminds me that this space wasn’t intended for a student like me. I feel less welcome and less affirmed. And no student should feel that way.”
Stupid people are incredibly entertaining. So entertaining, in fact, that The O'Reilly Factor regularly sends out Jesse Watters to discover new kinds of dumb people to feature in a segment called Watters’ World. Sometimes Watters is unable to locate people with an IQ lower than his, but fear not! He manages to make his segment funny anyway, through video-editing, a healthy degree of white, male condescension, or, as a last resort, some very funny racism. After all, he is a self-described “political humorist.”
Perhaps Dr. Dre puts it best when he sings, “What’s the difference between me and you? You talk a good one but you don’t do what you’re supposed to do.” This refrain gets repeated in many different capacities. Most notably, political opponents always criticize one another for being “all talk, no action,” and the trend more than continued in this election and primary cycle.
Returning to Forbes after the third presidential debate, I overheard the comments of my fellow students. “Who do you think won?” “The country’s doomed.” “Trump’s an idiot.” But one comment never gets old: “I swear, if Donald Trump becomes president, I’m moving to Canada.”
A spectre is haunting Princeton – the spectre of impending midterms. All the students of the Orange Bubble are beginning to feel the presence of exams in their life, and the collective conscious of campus is groaning. However, under this spectre lurks an unassuming phrase, a phrase that pops up in the dining halls, around Frist Campus Center, and among the stacks of Firestone Library: “Good luck.”
Joining a food cooperative has been one of my wisest decisions at Princeton. Since I’m only a sophomore, people react to my co-op membership with perplexed expressions. Why would I join a co-op while the University still requires me to purchase a meal plan? Here’s the answer: it has given me a sense of belonging that no dining hall could ever provide.
If you could have formulated that Spanish sentence on your own, then you are, by the University’s standards, “proficient.”
Last week, Asian-American social media erupted with outrage over a story recounted by New York Times reporter Michael Luo. While walking from church to lunch with his family, he ran into a woman on the street who angrily yelled at him, “Go back to China!”
“This is not a drill!” with a link to the latest presidential election poll – Facebook posts like these clutter my newsfeed. While I’m glad students are paying attention to politics and passionate about their position, many students’ lack of agency or their decision to remain inactive this election cycle frustrates me. Millennials have the power to have a real impact on this election. I’ve taken to posting upcoming volunteer opportunities to let people know that there is something they can do to make their political preference a reality.
The vast majority of first-year students feel the incredible pressure to develop some “practical” skills during their four years at Princeton. However, the most practical degrees might not be the ones we think.
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.