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(11/10/22 2:46am)
My boyfriend and I had sexual intercourse for the first time. We used a condom, and one day after I showered I saw that a bit of sperm-looking liquid was coming out of my vagina, but I don’t know whether it was discharge or sperm. It was only a little bit, and it didn’t smell at all.
(11/14/22 2:45am)
The last time I tripped over a rock and cut my hand, I didn’t cry. It hurt so bad I think I even laughed a little. Instead, the last time I cried was after reading a poem. Writing right now, I find it a bit absurd. But after sitting with a couple of silly words on a gloomy Wednesday afternoon, I found myself repeatedly running my eyes over Baudelaire’s “Correspondences,” forgetting each word as I read it.
(11/04/22 3:10am)
Just about eight years ago, I stepped into a theater and worked on its lights for the first time. I remember those Friday afternoon hours in the dark vividly. I learned which bolts to tighten or loosen, which metal parts to slide in or out or around, and which parts to not touch so as to avoid burns — all in the process of achieving the perfect beam of light. I was only 14 years old and a couple of growth spurts smaller, so I remember the then-high school senior who saw me struggling with an awkwardly large wrench for my hands and came over to offer some advice. I remember the sense of awe I experienced, watching how those beams of light could change in color and texture and so many other ways with a simple sheet of plastic or a thin, stamped disk of metal.
(11/07/22 4:28am)
This semester, the University introduced a new initiative providing undergraduate students on the unlimited meal plan with $150 worth of dining points per semester to purchase food and beverages at select on- and off-campus locations. The aim of the program was to provide “an opportunity for students to connect with each other and the town of Princeton without having to worry about paying out of pocket,” according to an email sent out by the Undergraduate Student Government (USG) on Aug. 22.
(11/03/22 4:05am)
Leaves rain down to cover walkways with a sea of orange and red. I kick my way through, admiring a particular leaf with a vibrant green core that gradually transitions into a deep red. I am on my way home from my last class on a Friday — what could be a more beautiful thing? The fog and rain of the week has dissipated into a nice warm sunshine just in time for everyone to stay warm and dry as they run around in silly costumes all weekend. The buzz of anticipation builds as I return to my room. My roommates are all home when I return, bubbling with eagerness to prepare for the night’s festivities.
(11/01/22 4:38am)
On the chilly night of Oct. 20, the world gathered around their devices. It didn’t matter whether you were a devoted Spotify user, an Apple Music enthusiast, or a Tidal stan (do those even exist?) — we all watched the minutes trickle into seconds, waiting for Taylor Swift to sweep us away from our mundane lives into a whirlwind of romance and heartbreak. But, just like Cinderella, when the clock struck twelve, the night took a turn for the worse.
(11/02/22 3:20am)
National Book Award Winner, five-time Pulitzer Prize finalist, and creative writing professor Joyce Carol Oates made a guest appearance during my freshman seminar, FRS105: American Identity at a Crossroads, taught by Dr. Nasser Hussain. During the class, she discussed her fictional biography “Blonde” and collection of essays “On Boxing.”
(11/02/22 3:12am)
Movement became a vehicle for disability justice and spotlighting marginalized voices in performances from Kayla Hamilton and x. On Tuesday, Oct. 25, the Lewis Center for the Arts hosted a two-part movement series, “Intro to Radical Access,” featuring the two award-winning artists with disabilities at the Hearst Dance Theater. Hamilton and x’s choreography and presentations explored themes of accessibility, gender identity, mental health, and race — as well as the intersectionality between these traits.
(10/26/22 2:39am)
Halloween is rapidly approaching, and since we’ve (unfortunately) outgrown making arts-and-crafts skeletons in school, we must instead envelop ourselves in all the ghoulish whimsy that spooky season has to offer through other means. To make the most efficient use of your time, I’ve compiled a list of some new and old staples of the season for you to check out.
(10/24/22 2:56am)
When I told professors, friends, and coworkers that I was going to graduate school, I received an abundance of comments warning me that graduate school would be the unhealthiest period of my life. Knowledge is power, and armed with these warnings, I was inspired to try and exercise consistently for the first time in my life.
(10/14/22 3:04am)
How do we find a balance between our relationships with art, others, and ourselves? “Affecting Expression” explores this question by showcasing the history of the queer experience for modern audiences.
(10/14/22 2:34am)
Content warning: The following piece contains mention of self-harm and suicide.
(10/14/22 3:43am)
I arrived back at my dorm, chucking my belongings into my desk chair and trying to decompress my mind. The darkness of the room consumed what little was left of my motivation to stay awake, and soon my eyelids became too heavy to keep open. As my mind slowly shut down into a deep nap, I wondered what could have contributed to this unusual drowsiness in the second week of classes.
(10/27/22 2:52am)
There is a boy working on something tonight. I can see him from the window of my room. He is concentrating. This is one of the best things to witness: people concentrating. On the floor above the boy is another boy, working on something too, and I wonder who is working harder, and if this is even possible to measure, and if maybe one of the boys sometimes feels conscious of their heart inside of them beating, beating, beating. I want to know what everyone everywhere is doing.
(10/12/22 2:11am)
“Anticulation” is the latest art exhibition to be held in the CoLab space at the Lewis Center for the Arts. The show’s title “is a word, created for this show, that aims to capture the particularities of black, gay, and black gay archival practices,” according to the curatorial statement. The Daily Princetonian asked the show’s curator, Omar Jason Farah ’23, to elaborate on some of these themes and also asked some of the artists about their work in relation to Farah’s notion of anticulation. “Anticulation” will be on display in the Lewis Center for the Arts until Oct. 13.
(10/12/22 3:32am)
Warning: Spoilers ahead!
(10/31/22 2:20am)
It’s not unusual for someone to hide years’ worth of emotional baggage in the hopes that it magically disappears. After all, why confront it when they can distract themselves with the busyness of everyday life? However, sweeping various traumas under the rug can lead to tension with oneself.
(10/12/22 2:46am)
McCarter Theatre’s all-female production of “The Wolves,” which follows a girls’ high-school soccer team as they embark on their winter club season, hums with the sounds of teenage girldom. Opening immediately upon a scene of intense chatter, the play focuses primarily on the liminal spaces of the sport, so to speak — the time just before games and practices; stretching circles and passing drills; shoelace tying and hair doing.
(10/10/22 3:10am)
Mitra Abbaspour is the Haskell Curator of Modern and Contemporary Art at the Princeton University Art Museum. Her work features a diverse range of pieces from the 20th and 21st centuries, including Latin American art, Asian and Asian American art, and African American art. Since 2016, Abbaspour has been collecting contemporary Indigenous North American pieces, among others, for the University’s Art Museum.
(10/12/22 3:48am)
Growing up, people would tell me I was (too) hyper and (too) excited, so I began to see myself as a sort of excessive personality. As the youngest of three, I learned a lot from my older sisters; from lessons on boys to old clothes, everything I know and own is a hand-me-down that I acquired through the art of anticipation. From my family’s semi-dysfunctionality, I quickly came to learn that “family” was something of a group of random people placed together by the hands of fate.