As a marriage between the two colors, orange embodies the intensity of red and the levity of yellow. It is the essence of Princeton captured in a color.
First appearing on June 14, 1876, as a fortnightly paper, The Princetonian existed before the College of New Jersey became Princeton University, before academic departments and precepts, before eating clubs and coeducation.
You can chase me, but you cannot catch me; I am always running Rustling through the trees, looking into the leaves, I ﬁnd my mirrors; they reﬂect my changing seasons I enter indoors, and on your wrists and walls, I hear it — tick, tick, tick — this ticking is my tempo With rhythm in my core, I rush out the door, and I see you — an internal clock, a walking hourglass In you, every grain of sand is a magical clay with which you can create Yet you let it ﬂee, you’re killing me, as you procrastinate I may be eternal but you are not While you wrinkle and gray, I am born everyday I rise with the sun, and sink with the moon I am life’s rhythm, giving you a shout I am Time And I’m running out When we read this riddle and realize that time is running out, we become stressed.
I have always found interesting the Arabic word for human, “insān,” which comes from the word “nasyan” meaning “forgetful: It was a mystery to me how out of all the adjectives to describe human, the Arabs chose “forgetful.” However, the more time I spent on Princeton’s campus, the more I came to realize its meaning.
The professor strolls back and forth, waving his hands around as he speaks on the subject of his passion, 100 percent invested in the lecture.