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During this midterm season, let us remember that grades are, of course, important, but if you must choose between your wellness or achieving high marks, choose your wellness every time. In light of a recent report of a student passing out in the dining hall due to stress and being required to go to Princeton Medical Center at Plainsboro, it’s time to say enough is enough; it is only a matter of time before something more drastic happens on campus due to academic stress. I know, I know, I am only a freshman, and I’ve only been on campus for four months (I did Freshman Scholars Institute, which started in July), but even in those four months, I can see that the University is an incredibly high-stress environment, and students all too often choose their academics over their well-being.
Among those who identify as liberal, a certain type of man has emerged: he calls himself a feminist, has many female friends, and has donated to Planned Parenthood. He prides himself in his interest in gender, and shakes his head when another prominent man is revealed as a sexual harasser. He also interrupts the women in his precept, warns against going “too far” with believing sexual assault victims, and mansplains feminism.
In an Oct. 16 opinion piece, Zachariah Sippy ’22 argues that in response to the confirmation of Justice Kavanaugh and its implications for the ideological balance of the Supreme Court, the Democrats — whenever they manage to regain control of Congress and the presidency — ought to add two more justices to the bench.
“Jason Van Dyke was found guilty of second-degree murder,” I said with relief to my friend last Friday afternoon. After nervously monitoring the news for days, I felt a calm rush over me as justice was served for the brutal murder of Chicago teen, Laquan McDonald. To my utter surprise, my friend looked at me and asked, “Who is that?”
If you ask the average American to describe the average college campus in the United States, they would probably reply by using adjectives such as “vibrant,” “energetic,” and most importantly, “activist.” The idea of being politically vocal on and off campus has been a predominant theme characterizing college students as a whole.
“Spectacle is the sun that never sets over the empire of modern passivity”- Guy Debord
“Legacy? What is a legacy?” laments Alexander Hamilton in the self-titled musical. “It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.” Though profound, this revelation doesn’t convey all sides of the story — while you may not personally experience the effects of the marks you leave behind, countless others will. The pursuit of leaving an impression on future generations is probably what motivated, and still motivates, so many people to donate to the University, in hopes that a building, or even just a plaque, will preserve their name. But there’s a glaring issue: The people whose names are currently enshrined in brick and mortar do not represent the diversity of today’s student body. Rather, we are living in the legacy of white men.
No one likes to be uncomfortable. We strive to achieve maximum comfort, whether by rotating through a multitude of Princeton sweatshirts or by choosing classes purely based on the number of hours of sleep they allow for each night. Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy being comfortable, and I believe feeling comfortable on campus is a key part of enjoying the college experience. But it is important to remember that a college campus is also a place where we should be excited to have our perspectives challenged. We shouldn’t be comfortable with only seeking out safe spaces and limiting our exposure to new ideas.
Flyers on dining hall tables, posters plastered on lamp posts and in hallways, daily emails in your University inbox, all with the same message: register to vote before it’s too late.
Taking a course at Princeton, conventional wisdom would have it, requires a commitment to intellectual life and academic output. Yet, it seems evident that our institution prioritizes rigor — or perceived rigor — over other considerations. This isn’t because rigor is required for understanding, nor because difficulty-for-the sake-of-difficulty is a pedagogical necessity.
Starting this month, the same-sex partners of foreign diplomats or employees of international organizations in the United States will no longer have access to visas. Foreign diplomats and United Nations employees were notified last month about the policy change, informing them that they must either get married or their partners will have to leave the country. What a way to celebrate LGBTQ+ History Month.
At this point last year, I had reopened the infamous Common App portal. Until the end of fall break, I was convinced I’d be transferring.
Just two days after Brett Kavanaugh was narrowly confirmed to the Supreme Court, 198 Princeton students shuffled into McCosh 50 for a history lecture on Roosevelt’s attempted court-packing plan in 1937. As Professor Kevin Kruse began his lecture, the irony was lost on no one.