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(05/07/20 10:39pm)
For the past year, I have wanted to write about technology in education. When I first arrived at the University, I was surprised that at an institution whose endowment lies multiple orders of magnitude beyond any amount of money I could imagine, I found classrooms containing no technology more recent than electric lights or plastic chairs.
(04/07/20 9:32pm)
I must admit that despite my concerted efforts to ignore current events so as not to further upset me, I have found myself engrossed in the news about the coronavirus pandemic. As a budding mathematician watching the spread of disease unfold on television, my eye always arrives at the numbers ticking away at the corner of the screen. I examine the number of total cases in the United States, the number of new cases, and the number of deaths — all terribly unsettling.
(03/27/20 12:24am)
The coronavirus has escalated to the point where it affects every single aspect of life. That’s not news, by now. For Princeton students, virus prevention measures have booted most of us from campus and forced all of us to attend class virtually. Consequently, the grading system for many classes has changed.
(03/03/20 2:18am)
Two weeks ago, I wrote a column justifying my obstinate refusal to switch from paper notes to digital notes; in a similar vein, I wish to write this column to justify yet another obsolete school-related habit of mine: standard pencils. More and more often, I see my fellow students resorting to mechanical pencils. And less and less frequently can I find public-use pencil sharpeners on campus. My family members — the same ones who unsuccessfully tried to persuade me of the merits of electronic note-taking — have all given up standard pencils in favor of pens, mechanical pencils, or nothing at all. So, naturally, I also entertained some reasons why I might consider switching to mechanical pencils.
(02/24/20 4:15am)
Last weekend, I was fortunate enough to leave campus for a weekend sojourn at my grandmother’s house, reuniting with relatives. Still burdened by a Princeton workload, I brought all of my school supplies with me, remembering in particular that I needed to carry a pencil sharpener, because my grandmother no longer has one.
(02/05/20 1:59am)
As the spring semester commences, I want to reflect on the end of my first semester, particularly on final exams. For the first — and final — time, I returned to campus after winter break for one-and-a-half weeks of reading period, followed by another week and a half of final exams.
(12/10/19 2:49am)
In my previous column, I reflected on the reasons why I was able to minimize the traditionally difficult components of the transition to college: separation from home, new standards of academic rigor, and dormitory life. Now, I realize that there is one aspect of my life that I made a concerted effort to change dramatically in college, an effort that failed spectacularly. This aspect was fashion.
(11/14/19 4:14am)
Perhaps no life change has been romanticized as much as leaving home and entering college. Such a major life alteration had been impressed on me by family, friends, and especially school. Last May, even after all of my high school classmates and I had decided where we would attend college, our college counselors invited us all back for a Transition Night — an introduction to the dramatic differences between high school and college life.