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(02/12/14 6:26pm)
If I told you I’m on a varsity team, you could probably guess that I spend almost equal amounts of time in class and in practice or that I stress more over big races than big exams. You might assume that my closest friends are on my team, that we attack the dining hall as a herd, that I meet up with them to study, go out with them on the weekends, maybe, even, that I room with them. If I added I rowed, you might assume I am in Cloister Inn, that I spend far too much time in spandex and that when my special rower beacon hones in on another of my kind I quickly devolve into minutiae about boats, ergs and technique.
(12/04/13 9:44pm)
I’ve been blared awake by a tripped fire alarm several times in the middle of night, been fined twice for propping my means of egress and learned during the fire talk of frosh week the dangers of contraband candles and unattached microwaves. When it comes to fire safety, like Jason, I don’t agree that every aspect of the regulations is necessarily worth the priority that the University gives it. Yet, I don’t agree that alcohol safety is “presented in a more lax light, based in large part on a policy of self-responsibility."
(11/06/13 10:27pm)
Society tells us that young, impressionable and impressive undergraduates like ourselves should have mentors. Pick up any memoir from someone considered successful in his or her field, and it will mention the mentors that helped along the way: the college professors, the first bosses, the nice old neighbors with their sassy but unexpectedly spot-on advice.
(10/15/13 9:01pm)
Freshman year, after dining hall acquaintances have exhausted standard small talk on the weather —“Winter’s coming” —and last Saturday’s happenings —“You will not believe how late I went to bed” —there is one topic left sure to fill any lulls in conversation. Bring up writing seminar, and you’re set. Whether you’re complaining, commiserating or anticipating with dread, the words will flow on paper like they never do at 3 a.m. when the first revision is due.
(10/02/13 8:46pm)
In last Tuesday’s paper, columnist Barbara Zhan took note of the changing expectations of work from elementary school to college and beyond. While mistakes in elementary school were overlooked and teachers often graded assignments based on perceived level of effort, in college, Barbara said, “Professors don’t look at long essays and think about how long it took to write, they just look at the content. If it’s terrible, so will be the grade it receives.” She connected this to how extracurriculars and interviewers search for the accomplished and even how Princeton housing fines students for forgetting their prox.
(09/17/13 9:59pm)
You know how, when you meet someone you’ve never seen before, you end up seeing her all over campus? Or when someone points out an annoying habit, you can’t stop noticing it? When you’re alerted to some stimulus, you suddenly can’t help but pick up on it.
(09/10/13 9:13pm)
This summer, my mom, one of my brothers and I went to see “Jobs.” As we walked home, we talked about visionaries, the impact Steve Jobs had made on our daily lives, the pursuit of the product and the industries he had both created and destroyed. When we got home, my brother Russ was quieter than usual. He graduated from Georgetown last spring and is getting his mind around joining “the real world” in September.
(04/01/13 10:00pm)
By Rebecca Kreutter and Holt Dwyer
(09/26/12 10:00pm)
Opinions are delicate creatures. Frequently asked for, seldom remembered, the opinion lives on its candor or provocativeness. Opinions lose themselves somewhere in the purgatory between conviction and statement and have the ability to create a martyr or destroy a statesmen.
(05/03/12 10:00pm)
When deciding which academic issue at Princeton requires the most adjustment, some people point to grade deflation, others to cumbersome workloads and more still to the novelty of being among such talented peers. But there is an adjustment still more vexing, a problem much more pressing. In fact, I daresay this problem is the toughest I’ve yet to face in my 19 years:
(12/12/11 11:00pm)
We’ve all heard it: the by-now tired joke that follows a particularly clumsy fall or dumb comment. “And you got into Princeton?” the observer asks as we pick ourselves off the floor and dust off our bruised egos. Laughter ensues. Though the question is asked as a joke, there remains the insinuation that at Princeton any embarrassing misstep — physical or intellectual — can somehow invalidate your place here. Indeed, there seems to be a campus ban on appearing unworldly, uncultured or unintelligent, an unspoken agreement to position Princeton not as a place for learning but as a place for the learned. What is it about being among the often remarked “best and brightest” that makes us wary of ever admitting that in some areas we are the “worst and dullest”?
(11/27/11 11:00pm)
As an American citizen who has lived in Asia practically her whole life, I’m horribly clueless about American culture. You see, I’ve lived my whole life between two cultures, not quite sure whether I was doing American things in an Asian way or Asian things in an American way. So this semester has been an investigation into how to be a real American. For this, I’ve adopted a three-step approach.
(11/14/11 11:00pm)
Blame it on my love of old musicals, but when I imagined a communal bathroom I thought there would be a lot of girls crowding around the same mirror talking about their days. If we happened to burst into song, all the better. However, instead of teeming with activity, the Princeton bathrooms are mostly vacant. The girls of the communal bathroom are of a ghostly sort, slipping in and out undetected. In fact, this is true for most communal relationships on campus — relationships with people who share common spaces with you but whom you’ve never seen or never met. It can be said that, while you’ll never meet a majority of people on campus, you can have unpleasantly intimate relationships with the things they’ve left behind.
(10/17/11 10:00pm)
Stepping into Dillon Gym during the Activities Fair is an exercise in overstimulation. Club members dance around you, sing at you, thrust candy in your face, grab your arm and pull you toward the table before you are even aware what group they are representing. Pretty soon you sign away your webmail inbox sanity to the Princeton ________ Society just to get away. You walk in as a naive freshman trying to find some group to belong to and walk out trying to get out of belonging to all these groups.