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Nothing further exemplifies the University’s decline in prestige than the recent Class Day speakers, such as Al Gore, Brooke Shields ’87 and Jon Stewart.
The bubonic plague, swine flu, ebola, meng — it never ends. There is always some scourge to hide from, to escape.
There are supposedly a lot of reasons to believe in climate change, but honestly, none of them ever really sold me.
When a friend of mine from Israel traveled to Berlin for vacation, she mailed me a postcard. The cover, a stock photograph of Brandenburg Gate, was pretty, but she uploads her own professional quality photographs to Facebook often.
In the spirit of formulating a New Year's resolution, I’ve been reflecting on how I’ve grown during my Princeton experience and where I want to find myself on graduation day in a few short months.
I have spent more time with needles in my arm than I had anticipated in the basement of Frist Campus Center.
The conventional wisdom that Ivy Leaguers are vacuumed up by finance and consulting firms at the expense of “non-traditional” careers has been so thoroughly discussed by students and pundits that “finance-and-consulting” may as well be a single word.
On Dec. 16, the University offered early action admission to 785 students. Of the 4,229 students who applied, the vast majority were deferred for reconsideration during the regular decision process.
“I know eating meat is morally indefensible, but I do it anyway.” This is a quote I’ve heard from more than one friend of mine.
As the last week of the fall semester wanes and students return home for the duration of winter recess, we would all do well to remember how truly fortunate of a position we enjoy.
If you’ve flipped open a copy of this paper to the Opinion section sometime in the past month, you’ve probably seen somebody discussing (and, in most cases, ardently defending) the so-called “right to offend.” It’s been invoked most frequently in the aftermath of the Black Justice League’s recent sit-in in Nassau Hall, and in response to protests at Columbia and Yale. It’s also been examined multiple times with respect to a more general framework of what it means to be in college in 2015.Though ideas vary from column to column, a general consensus from those in opposition to the protests sweeping college campuses is this: Free speech is valuable; we have a right to say whatever we want, even if it is offensive; and curtailing purportedly offensive speech is unethical and unconstitutional.Funnily enough, I’m not sure many people — on all sides of the discourse — disagree with that statement.
We, members of the Princeton Affiliated Chaplains, are concerned and appalled by any attempt to limit individuals’ entry into the United States because of their religious identity.
Compared to the job search my classmates and I face, the sophomore stress over where to eat next year may seem a bit trivial.
I have seen them throughout my college years. In fact, I have been one of them in the past. College roommates, friends, voices overheard in the dining hall: “This is my first meal today,” or “I forgot to eat.” My mother would ask, “How could you forget something that you have to do to survive?” But it’s more common than you’d think and less acknowledged than it should be.