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Almost halfway done with my last year at Princeton, I’ve found myself getting more stressed. That’s an unusual statement; most of my friends would likely say that my baseline of self-imposed anxiety is already relatively high. But still, I’ve found my stress levels rising above that baseline, for several reasons. I’ve been stressed about whether I took full advantage of my four years here, stressed about whether I’m doing everything I need to be right now, and stressed about what lies beyond the celebration of Reunions and graduation. I don’t think I’m the only one who has felt this way, particularly among the senior class. Thus, I urge my peers to turn to the same method I have to combat stress: mindfulness, especially surrounding our current environment and all that it has to offer.
Even when gently crooned by an animated crab, the song “Kiss The Girl,” from the Disney hit “The Little Mermaid,” is more misogynistic and dismissive of consent than cute. By performing the song multiple times each semester, the Tigertones elevate it to an offensive and violating ritual.
Three days after the 2016 presidential election, I watched a protest against President Donald Trump outside of Nassau Hall. People railed against the president-elect’s racism, misogyny, and conservatism. His heated rhetoric of Mexicans “bringing crime” and being “rapists” rocketed immigration to the forefront of national dialogue. After that day, there were rallies, op-eds, petitions, and clubs created to oppose his policies.
The holiday season is in full swing, with Thanksgiving break coming to an end and winter break just around the corner. And this year, in addition to the classic roasted turkey and pumpkin pie, we can also enjoy the World Chess Championship. Reigning world champion Magnus Carlsen is playing against the globally ranked No. 2, American Grandmaster Fabiano Caruana. Here’s why you should care:
There is no moral, ethical, or intellectual justification for Bicker.
Standing in the back of the crowded Senate Chamber of Whig Hall on midterm election night, I turned to a friend and commented on how American Whig-Cliosophic Society had done a great job of creating a fun and exciting event that evening. Seemingly half the campus had piled in together to watch television coverage of the midterms for hours, accompanied by giveaways and plenty of food.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I’ve found myself reflecting on the multitudes of privilege I’m gaining being a University student, and in three and a half short years, a University graduate. As a first-generation, low income student (FLI), coming to the University has been filled with innumerable blessings. These blessings are also equally weighed in guilt.
The sounds of my younger cousins screaming and jumping on top of me, begging me to play with them. The smell of the apple pies baking in the oven as my dad, sister, and I prepare the sweet potato ones. The joy I feel after crushing my brother at FIFA. These are the typical sights and sounds throughout my house during Thanksgiving since as long as I can remember. But this year, things will be different.
We have now entered the pass/D/fail selection period. If students take a class based on PDF grading and receive a C-minus or above, they receive a P for “pass.” If they fail, they receive an F. If they receive a D, they pass but do not receive a P. In an Undergraduate Announcement article, the University explained the purpose of the PDF grading option: “The intent of the pass/D/fail option is to encourage exploration and experimentation in curricular areas in which the student may have had little or no previous experience. The pass/D/fail option also may be used by the student in completing distribution courses.”
As I walked down Nassau Street eight days ago, I noticed something new.
On Friday, Education Secretary Betsy DeVos unveiled her new plan offering guidelines to schools on how to adjudicate cases of sexual misconduct — in an attempt to increase justice, fairness, and equity in the system.
In her Nov. 16 article “Gravissima Latina est,” contributing columnist Emma Treadway argues that “Latin or Greek should be a mandatory element of the high school or college education.” I am a senior in the Classics department who has studied Latin and Greek for many years, and I respectfully disagree.
I have been a college student for two months now. The transition to college has reshaped my everyday routine in a lot of good ways, promoting time management and productivity. But living where I go to school also has negative effects.
“What’s your name? What year are you? What’s your major?” Every Princeton student is now prepared to robotically answer these three standard questions. The first two answers are, thankfully, easy enough, but the third gives me grief. As a prospective classics major, I face a lot of confused looks and raised eyebrows. Either after I’ve stated my intended concentration or explained what it is, I am frequently met with the more dreaded question: “What could you possibly do with a concentration in that?” I have lied in the past about my intended major — saying I want to study law or something of the sort — to avoid these questions. It’s possible I may turn towards these career areas with my background in classics, but still, that answer is not entirely truthful. However, if I have the time or if the inquirer is genuinely interested, I will give my spiel for the weight of classics. In fact, I believe that Latin or Greek should be a mandatory element of the high school or college education, regardless of career plans. The education system would benefit from a mandatory requirement of — or at least a greater emphasis on — the classical study.
When I came across Makailyn Jones’s opinion piece, entitled “CAF: Center Absurdly Faraway,” two things immediately came to mind. The first was a friend’s use of the same phrase in reference to a pastry shop on the Upper West Side, which — from her apartment in Bedford-Stuyvesant — is absurdly far away. The second was the following entry in Ambrose Bierce’s tongue-in-cheek (and admittedly obscure) work, “The Devil’s Dictionary”: