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(04/27/15 6:37pm)
The YouTube channel of Victoria Asbury, who goes by Victoria Shantrell on her channel, was an important part of my college application process. Her videos were inspirational to me because she talked about her being able to get accepted to Stanford, Princeton and other top schools despite the conditions in which she grew up. Coming from a financially unstable, single-parent household, as discussed in her personal essays, which she was brave enough to share on YouTube, Asbury had a life that many thought would lead her into a future of mediocrity. Despite these circumstances, however, her ambitions as a student allowed her to excel academically and to gain acceptances to these top-tier universities.
(04/13/15 6:00pm)
What is home? According to the famous American poet Maya Angelou, it is, “the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
(03/25/15 8:21pm)
Walking through Frist during midterms, I could not help overhearing multiple students on the phone with their parents. Whether it was discussing fears of finishing an essay on time or the pressure of studying for an exam the next day, they saw their parents as an outlet for their stress.
(03/04/15 7:50pm)
Many people see the “freshman 15” as merely a myth made to scare incoming college freshmen. From The Atlantic to The Huffington Post, critics in the past few years have argued that claims of this weight gain are exaggerated. However, every year, there are some who actually do fall victim to the act of gaining 15 (or more) pounds during their first year of college. And while many others do not gain exactly 15 or more pounds, college weight gain in general is still a problem. A 2006 report by the National Center for Biotechnology Information found that college freshmen gained weight at a rate of 5.5 times greater than the rest of the population.
(02/18/15 7:14pm)
With the recent events surrounding the “Princeton Mom” and Tiger Inn, sexual misconduct has been talked about significantly both on campus and in the pages of The Daily Princetonian. The issue, however, is not only confined to our campus. As discussed in a recent article by fellow columnist Marni Morse, who addresses cases at other colleges, this is clearly a national problem. In light of all this, it may be tempting to feel that the topic has been sufficiently addressed. Yet, this coverage, while undoubtedly raising awareness for some, still maintains an environment that discourages others to talk.
(02/02/15 6:03pm)
My mom cried when I showed her that I had a bed of my own in my dorm room. She cried because I spent almost my entire life sleeping on either the floor or the living room couch. She said, “God has blessed my baby with a bed of his own.” I didn’t think much of it at the time, until I woke up from my first night at Princeton and felt more rejuvenated than ever. The dull ache in my back to which I had become accustomed wasn’t there anymore. I ran my hands across my bed sheets and felt a newfound sense of ownership. These were my sheets, and this was my bed. I began to feel very sentimental and gave a short prayer of thanks to God for affording me this opportunity, at the number one university in the United States. I was excited to tackle my first semester at Princeton and to be exposed to the academic richness that the University had to offer.
(12/01/14 7:07pm)
My mom and I sat down together on the living room couch the night before I flew out for college. She told me all the things moms typically say to their children when they’re going off on their own. Near the end of her speech, something shifted in her face. She grabbed my hands in hers and held them tightly. She told me to be strong, not to lose hope and confidence and not to let anyone question my capabilities and intellectual capacity. She put down her head and began to pray and cry. My mother is a strong woman, and the only time that I’ve seen her cry is when she prayed. But this time, the words she was praying sounded different—heavier, more painful, more desperate. After she was done, she gave me a firm, long hug and whispered, “Don’t let them get you down, my son.”
(11/11/14 6:51pm)
“That sounds like an interesting course, but who teaches it?” When I was signing up for classes at the beginning of the semester, I asked upperclassmen for recommendations. All of them, I noticed, recommended courses to me based on the professors rather than the courses themselves. One class in particular fell in line with many of my interests, but when the upperclassmen saw who was teaching the class, they said, “Oh, I wouldn’t take it. I heard bad things about the professor.” At first, I thought to myself that I would take the course anyway because it matched my interests. However, when the time came for my academic advising meeting, I ended up choosing a course that did not sound as interesting as the other, but that was taught by a professor who received good reviews on easyPCE, an evaluation website for University courses.
(10/14/14 5:40pm)
“How is your English so good?” I was confused by these words. I’ve never heardthem before—not addressed toward me anyway. English is my first language after all, so why wouldn’t I speak it well?