There's no place like home
January is a mix of emotions for Princeton students. It's an odd combination of excitement for the start of the new year, frustration from the odd schedule ending holiday celebrations prematurely, and anxiety about the tsunami of class material to be covered before finals. I expected all of these feelings before leaving for break, and although new to this, I was mentally bracing myself for this whirlwind. I wasn’t immune to any of these post-break effects, but no one mentioned the overwhelming homesickness I would feel. I am not usually one to feel “homesick”: I decided I wanted to go to college out-of-state by my freshman year of high school, and coming from New York, I was aware that I was lucky enough to be one bus ride away from home. So why was I pulling a full Dorothy from “The Wizard of Oz”?