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I used to be a hopeless romantic — the kind that dreamt of riding dolphins into the sunset and falling asleep under the stars. All I wanted was a boyfriend I could dote on, buy chocolate for and snuggle with. And then I arrived at Princeton. It took a whole year to demolish the naive dreams of a freshman who’d been sheltered at an all-girls school for nine years. I had been blinded by fantasies and happy endings, but my freshman year ground up any remnants of potential emotional attachment with mortar and pestle.
Are you feeling touchy or pessimistic? Do you have difficulty getting up in the morning? Do you crave carbs and find yourself dreaming about those muffins and pepperoni rolls in the dining hall? Well, you’re not alone. These are just a few of the symptoms of SAD — Seasonal Affective Disorder, more commonly known in its milder form as “the February Blues.”
That Whiz Kid
House of Cupcakes on Witherspoon Street plans to open several franchises in the coming months. Though the exact number of new locations has not been settled, there are plans in the works to have franchises in the Bronx, Manhattan and East Brunswick.
A story of love that flourished in a time of hate will be taking over Princeton as Black Arts Company: Drama puts up their spring production, "Aida." Street caught up with director, Reena Glaser ’14, to find out more about BAC Drama's riveting production of Elton John and Tim Rice's timeless musical.
When I was 17, I thought I’d found the love of my life. At the beginning of my senior year of high school, I stumbled out of an unusually long awkward phase and into John’s arms. He was everything I had hoped my first boyfriend would be: charming, funny, handsome, actually interested in me — all the essentials, really. Everyone who met him was drawn to him by the sheer power of his personality, and I was no different. I wanted John, but even more than that, I was swept up in a desperate need for him to want me back. One night, he put his Honda Accord in park and leaned over to give me my first real kiss. I might not have been thinking of forever that night, but by the time we were both heading off to college a year later, I didn’t know how to let him go.
Students interviewed for this story were granted anonymity to freely discuss sensitive personal matters. Their names have been changed.
The Freshman One Act Festival, presented by Theatre Intime, explores feelings of love, joy, hopelessness and longing. Over the course of the four one-act plays, the audience will laugh but will also ponder the nature of humanity and what defines our relationships with each other. Members of the Class of 2016 control all aspects of this production, from directing to managing to acting, and this year’s One Act Festival succeeds in presenting modern drama in a fresh, insightful way.
There was a time when I sat in my dimly lit room with nothing but the dust lining the corners of the walls to offer companionship. My heart craved human warmth, but my perpetual inactivity had caused severe atrophy in my legs, to the point where it took too much effort to move. In this dark puddle of lethargy, I discovered Snapchat. Using Snapchat, I could interact with my friends without leaving the comfort of my room. Snapchat has different timer settings and drawing options that span every color of the rainbow, and I quickly realized that I could reinvent myself and become whoever I wanted to be.
1) “Hey, have you heard about the Harvard cheating scandal?”
Mellon Library Alcove
Theater: "The Tempest"
As the first semester of my freshman year came to a close, I waved goodbye to all of the friendships that had formed in a flash and degenerated just as quickly during my first few months here. The glue that cemented my Frosh Week friendships (a mix of desperation, social expectation and close proximity) hadn't been strong enough to keep those relationships alive. I couldn't have known then that I would continue to make Frosh Week friendships even when I wasn't a freshman anymore.
“Fire safety inspection, may I come in?”
1) Small puddle of vomit.
When we first met, those 27 long years ago, you were kind of a mess. You strutted around with proud A’s emblazoned on everything you owned, like a 21st-century Hester Prynne. You were such a picky eater that you only ate at the same 10 restaurants, on the same street, for every single meal. And you still believed in cooties. We were friends, but it never even crossed my mind that we could be together. What could you, an old-money Northeasterner, have in common with a Canadian molecular geneticist who cloned the first mammalian gene, like me?
What is art, really? If anything in this world is certain, it’s that the Frist Pianists know.
Beginning with back-to-school Lawnparties, almost every occasion has a corresponding Princeton celebration. Midterms can’t stop Princeton Halloween. Thanksgiving merits a Tuesday night “Dranksgiving” on Prospect. December brings Winter Formals and ugly sweater parties to celebrate the holiday season, and Houseparties has been a Princeton staple for generations. Princetonians love celebrations so much that they even came up with the three-day extravaganza we call Reunions. But this Monday night, like many other Princetonians, I will return to my old social stomping ground and ring in 2013 with high school friends. With the high school experience that unified us now past, I can’t help but feel distanced from the social circles that dominated our four years. As we relive our shared memories, I’ll giggle half-heartedly at the tired inside jokes from senior year that are slowly losing their humor. When I run into acquaintances that I haven’t spoken to since August, we’ll swap stories about school, struggling to find commonalities to keep our conversation alive. As I pretend to laugh at the antics that I thought I left behind at graduation parties, I know I’ll wonder: What if New Year’s Eve took place at Princeton?College councils and USG would do their best to provide some clean fun on such a notorious evening. With no classes, we’d start our festivities with the night still young, with plenty of time to hit those campus events and the clubs on Prospect. Here’s how the evening would probably play out:5–8 p.m.: New Year’s Eve dinner at the dining halls and eating clubsIt’s hard to top the Thanksgiving or holiday dinners, but the dining hall staff would make New Year’s a culinary tradition of its own. I’m imagining a multicultural vibe to the affair, which would feature “lucky” foods inspired by regional and international traditions. From good-luck pork from Germany to traditional Grecian cakes, the dinner will be a welcome step-up from the usual grilled chicken and salad bar. The eating clubs would host dinners of their own, undoubtedly featuring champagne toasts.8 p.m.: Residential college events beginUnderclassmen would then warm up with some sort of ’zee group craft competition inevitably involving disco balls, balloons and glitter. This would likely be the place where we make the New Year’s resolutions we won’t keep.9 p.m.: USG-sponsored New Year’s Eve party, probably with “Fest” in titleIn typical Princeton fashion, it would probably be raining, snowing or hailing, but undeterred, us girls would face the elements teetering to the Street in our too-high heels and sequin bandage dresses. Conveniently located at Frist, a USG-sponsored affair would provide a good stopping point to rest our tired feet, warm up with some hot chocolate and kettle corn and grab a free sequined “2013” party hat before finishing the trek to the Street. 11:30 p.m.: Reach the Street in time for the ball dropNew Year’s Eve would bring everyone to the Street, so you would even run into that kid on your hall who never leaves his room. Each club would have a different vibe, from the champagne-toasting Ivy affair to the more raucous Cannon festivities. If you couldn’t get on the Cottage guest list, you’d stop by Quad for glow sticks before joining the group huddling outside TI for passes. Whether you’d head to Terrace for late night festivities or decide to charge a couple slices of hot Frist pizza to your Prox, odds are by 2 a.m. you’d have already broken those New Year’s resolutions you made earlier in the night. Even if your Princeton New Year’s Eve wouldn’t turn out perfectly, it would still beat spending the night in a high school friend’s basement — or worse, watching the ball drop alone on your couch at home. You would end the evening confident that Princeton had made the occasion a night to remember. 11:00 a.m.: Wake up and remember you still haven’t taken finals. Happy New Year!
1) Bring your own oxygen tank.