As a bright-eyed, eager freshman at the beginning of the fall semester, I was sure that I had passed all the rites of passage to become a Princetonian. I had gone on my Community Action trip, participated in the myriad of orientation activities, and endured the line at Labyrinth Books for my first textbooks.
The very word “pre-med” evokes images of consecutive all-nighters, temper tantrums, and the banging of one’s head against a wall.
Holding back my yawns upon the cold New Jersey beach, I watched as the first sunlight of 2017 turned the gray waters of the Atlantic a fiery red.
Being a Korean citizen has always been a great source of pride for me. I consider South Korea as my mother nation, even after having lived in the United States for more than ten years.
When news broke of the racist remarks that Deputy Metro Editor Michael Luo of the New York Times faced last month (An Open Letter to the Woman Who Told My Family to Go Back to China), I with hundreds of my fellow Princetonians was appalled.
Returning to Forbes after the third presidential debate, I overheard the comments of my fellow students.