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When I arrived at Princeton, the first item to adorn my dorm room was a 16x20 print of my baby cousin — on a playground swing set for the first time, her face awash with sunlight and a kind of unadulterated glee. THIS IS WHAT THE LIVING DO spans the top of the image. It’s in all caps, impossible to miss. I took this caption from one of my favorite lines from Marie Howe's eponymous poem, turning it into my own personal maxim.
There’s a stigma attached to getting lost here. Nobody wants to admit they don’t know where they’re going. When the automated voice of Google Maps breaks the tranquility of the morning air as students shuffle past me to class, I frantically reduce the volume. But it’s too late. They know. I’ve been caught.
As most of its students already know, much of Princeton is very eye-catching, but in a slightly ‘in-your-face’ way. From the sheer size of Nassau Hall, and the majesty of Blair Arch, to the glass-covered, futuristic-feeling Frick Chemistry Lab, it can all get a little overwhelming. Fortunately, there are enough low-key spots around campus – many of which are just as beautiful as the ‘louder ones’ – that are perfect for study sessions, evening coffee breaks, and just trying to escape a crowd!
As a doe-eyed, inexperienced baby pre-frosh, I imagined parties at Princeton in three ways:
A) The frat boy dream. Hordes of sweaty people dancing with the apparent intent of getting even sweatier. Muscle-bound econ majors doing keg stands while some poor lightweight pukes his third beer all over a pretty girl’s shoes.
B) Intoxicated geniuses spewing pretentiousness. Screams of, “Oh, no, I got a stain on my new Lilly Pulitzer.” You take a shot of hundred dollar vodka for every amendment to the Constitution you can’t quote verbatim.
“Well, technically it was just an eighteen hour flight, but I was in transit for about six more, so I think it was a full twenty four?” — Sophie Li ’21.
We went in a circle, nodding emphatically as people voiced their complaints about long-haul flights and panic-induced text messages from parents at the most obscene hours. Yet, despite these collective gripes, we drove, flew, and sailed, donning our orange and black with pride, vowing to conquer everything from ISC to the senior thesis to do our bit in the service of humanity.
Don’t over-stress. Make the time to build relationships. Call home! This advice and more from one of our first-year contributors.
In a recent scroll through my Facebook newsfeed, I came across an article titled “Only True New Yorkers Can Get 10/15 on this Subway Challenge,” which had been successfully completed by its click-baited sharer and a former classmate of mine.
This summer, I took a Global Seminar in Berlin, Germany. My favorite part of the experience was taking the Berlin subway — the acronym in German is BVG — to little corners of serendipity in the city.
If it means that I will get to spend the weekend in Brussels for 40 Euros, I am willing to share an apartment with an enthusiastic didgeridoo player and even be excited about it.
“Hey, how was your summer?” is a really
stressful question for me. I’m sure people ask just to have something to talk
about or because they genuinely want to know, but I’ve spent way too many years
responding with “nothing.” The typical Princeton student spent their summer at
an internship, or taking classes, or travelling while working or studying.
People-watching became a great hobby of mine over the summer.
You step out of the plane in the small airport and immediately feel the heat and humidity of the tropical climate hit you.
All I had were questions. What did I want? What would bring me happiness? What would fill the aching void in my chest?
I have no interest in censoring Breaking the Silence; it has every right to speak to students about its views. But students must question the validity of what they hear.
Earlier this week, along with other veterans of the Israeli Defense Forces, I signed a letter in support of J Street U’s decision to invite the Israeli NGO Breaking the Silence, former IDF soldiers who seek to share their military experiences in the West Bank with Israeli society.
Head to Ivy Club on Sunday because its spring Lawnparties act, Gazzo, is bound to smooth away all your worries and stress with hypnotic tunes. Originally from Hoboken, N.J., but raised in Baltimore, Md., Gazzo is a producer and DJ extraordinaire known for his EDM tracks that incorporate multiple genres.
R. City was formed in 2003 by brothers Theron and Timothy Thomas, who go by the stage names A.I. and Uptown AP, respectively. R. City is actually behind plenty of well-known songs. Having written and produced numerous hits, including Sean Kingston’s “Take You There,” Miley Cyrus’ “We Can’t Stop,” Nicki Minaj’s “Only,” and Rihanna’s “Man Down,” R. City’s musical wheelhouse extends far beyond its most well-known single.
For this spring’s Lawnparties, Charter Club will bring to us the talented Maryland-based trio Prinze George. Consisting of members Kenny Grimm (production/instrumental), Naomi Almquist (vocals), and Isabelle De Leon (drums), Prinze George specializes in chill ’80s-inspired beats that are sure to keep you moving all day.
“I want to get the crowd unbelievably hype,” said DJ Relley Rozay, the student headliner for spring Lawnparties, when asked what he was most looking forward to about his performance on May 7.