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With the University’s gothic architecture, six distinct colleges, elite reputation, and centuries-old history, the fact that we have a train which runs directly onto campus may seem reminiscent of the Hogwarts Express from the “Harry Potter” films. Yet as those of us who have had to make extensive use of the Dinky or other local trains know, New Jersey Transit is anything but magical. In fact, it is quite literally one of the worst public transportation systems in the country, with the second most train breakdowns and sixth most for buses. The New Jersey state government can release as many audits and recommendations as it wishes, but NJ transit’s trustworthiness is broken beyond repair.
How do we measure who we are through the lens of a national tragedy like the shooting at a synagogue in Pittsburgh? When these disasters happen, we often signal our solidarity by saying, “We are all Pittsburgh,” or Charlottesville, or Orlando, or others of the too many places where unspeakable hatred and ignorance combine to incite murder and mayhem, and to ignite tragedy and horror.
In the past week, my home became a headline. Eleven Jews were shot and killed during Saturday morning services at Tree of Life Synagogue — where my sister taught Hebrew school and I went to my first bat mitzvah. The Squirrel Hill Jewish community, which has been such a glowing and prominent feature of my upbringing, became the victim of the deadliest attack on the Jewish community in the history of the United States.
It takes 14 minutes to stroll from Scully to Madison Hall — the most disparate housing locations on campus. Frist is always swarming with people you know. A disproportionate amount of your time at Firestone is taken up by whispered conversations. Solitary meals at dining halls rarely go uninterrupted. Cookies at Murray Dodge seldom go unshared. Don’t worry, you’ll all end up at Terrace at the end of the night.
No. 17 Princeton’s (7–0 overall, 4–0 Ivy League) game Saturday against Cornell (3–4, 2–2) had the appearance of a classic “trap” game for the undefeated Tigers. Sandwiched in Princeton’s schedule between a hard-fought win against rival Harvard (3–4, 1–3) and a looming showdown against fellow Ivy unbeaten No. 20 Dartmouth (7–0, 4–0), Cornell entered the weekend playing better than their 3–3 record indicated, with losses against strong FCS opponents and stellar performances in recent weeks. It became quickly evident that Princeton would not fall for the trap. Instead, spectators saw the biggest blowout in a Princeton season full of lopsided wins. On a cold, rainy day, Princeton’s defense forced three interceptions in just the first quarter, its offense scored 45 first-half points, and the Tigers cruised to a 66–0 win.
Samvida Sudheesh Venkatesh ’19 was one of five recipients from India awarded a 2019 Rhodes Scholarship to pursue graduate studies at the University of Oxford, according to a University statement.
Art has become one of the most important ways to combat climate change, according to world-renowned environmental activist Bill McKibben.
When Nolis Arkoulakis ’88 was in a car accident during his semester student-teaching, his first thought was, “What time is it? I can still get there, I can still teach!”
Over the past year, the Trump administration has placed increasing scrutiny on Chinese nationals studying at U.S. universities, particularly those in scientific and technological fields.
Professor of Art History Emeritus Wen Fong, one of the world’s most renowned scholars in Chinese art history, left an indelible legacy both within the University and beyond. He died of leukemia on Oct. 3, at the age of 88.
After a tough workout, long run, or stellar race, men’s cross country head coach Jason Vigilante often repeats a phrase to his team: “We’re right where we want to be.” Going into the Heptagonal Championship, this sentiment holds up.
Capturing the 2018 Heptagonal Championships title on Oct. 27 is not far-fetched for this year’s women’s cross country roster. The team has worked its way into the national NCAA rankings, currently standing at No. 30. The only other Ivy League team nationally ranked is No. 20 Columbia; Yale and Dartmouth received votes, but are not ranked.
This past weekend, the women’s volleyball team (14–5, 7–1) remained undefeated at home. The Tigers faced Penn (5–14, 2–6) for the second time this season in a 3–0 (25–16, 25–16, 26–19) win. During this match, the Tigers had three players reach double-digit kills. Juniors Devon Peterkin and Maggie O’Connell each had 11 kills while sophomore Alexa Underwood also played a strong role for the offense with 10 kills. Defensively, the Tigers didn’t give in to the Quakers, with Peterkin leading the way with nine digs, while freshman Cameron Dames added eight. Junior Jessie Harris continued to set up the offense with 40 assists in this match, keeping her spot as the Ivy League leader in assists.
The undefeated football team (6–0, 3–0 Ivy) will face Cornell (3–3, 2–1) in its return to Powers Field at Princeton Stadium tomorrow afternoon. The Tigers are coming off a 29–21 win over Harvard (3–3, 1–2 Ivy) in which senior quarterback John Lovett threw for 207 yards and senior running back Charlie Volker recorded two rushing touchdowns. The victory was Princeton’s first real test in a season that includes five blowout wins.
I’ve never been shy about my heritage. I am, loudly and proudly, a first-generation Iranian American, one of anywhere between 500,000 to 1 million passionate people born in this great land after our parents escaped danger.
As I was standing in line to get brunch at Wilcox Hall the other day, I saw my friend from Mathey College come through the door. I asked him why he had come all the way to Wilcox just for Sunday brunch. Wearing the exact same clothes he had worn yesterday, he told me that he had fallen asleep at the Julian Street Library while doing his assignments.
Last week, my fleece jacket moved from the depths of my closet to the back of my desk chair, where its warm linings welcomed the crisp New Jersey fall. The new season has not only confined warm, humid summer to the wisps of steam lingering above hot coffees, but also it has ushered in a new atmosphere on campus. I can’t quite pin down when my lazy Netflix searches turned into frantic keystrokes spitting out an essay, nor when nightly conversations with roommates became groans amid practice exams, accented with the occasional existential howl at a particularly stumping problem set.
On Saturday, October 20, nearly thirty refugees, alongside Princeton students, faculty and their families took a break from their jobs, studies, and otherwise busy lives to participate in the Office of Religious Life’s annual pumpkin carving event. Crouched on tarps on the Murray Dodge lawn in the cool afternoon air, participants immediately took to carving, painting, and decorating what soon became a beautiful and diverse array of pumpkins.
I remember walking into Richardson Auditorium during my Princeton Preview visit, my heart brimming with excitement and a pen in my hand to star every group I planned on auditioning for. As the show was about to start, the sound of heels and dress shoes clicking on the wooden stage filled the microphones. A single note was given. Each person took a deep breath, in unison of course, and out came the most beautiful harmony. The smiles never left their faces.
In the midst of midterms here at Princeton, you have likely heard the word “procrastination” casually strewn throughout conversation with ever-increasing frequency.