Wolin, politics professor emeritus, dies at 93
Politics professor emeritusSheldon Wolin died on Oct. 21 in Salem, Ore. He was 93.
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Politics professor emeritusSheldon Wolin died on Oct. 21 in Salem, Ore. He was 93.
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An online petition to reintroduce Sanskrit into the University curriculum has 240 student signatures as of Monday morning. The petition was started byVidushi Sharma ’17 and began circulating on Sept. 18.
In December 2009, the University drew criticism when it fired then-Associate Dean of the College Frank Ordiway ’81, who oversaw postgraduate fellowship advising. Ordiway’s firing prompted numerous statements of support from the University community, including support from past scholarship winners and a letter to the Daily Princetonian signed by 34 faculty members expressing their “deep disappointment” with his departure.
The University’s controversial grade deflation policy — which stipulates that no more than 35 percent grades given out in anydepartment should be A's — will come under review over the next year, the UniversityannouncedMondaymorning.
There are many reasons why I like to teach. I take pleasure in the company of college-age students, for one thing because their ways allow me to relive my own undergraduate years, which were mostly terrific. I enjoy figuring out how to present complicated material simply and, conversely, how to bring out the complexity of things that appear straightforward. And then there’s the fact that I get a real kick out of being on stage or otherwise having an audience — and no one should deny that even the most serious classroom contains theatrical elements.
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On the Wednesday before spring break, my dissertation adviser turned 80, an occasion I marked by sending him a card and a couple of recent articles. That Friday, I flew to Oregon to deliver a paper at an annual conference that he and his wife, another great teacher of mine, always attend. But because he’d been ill for some months, this year she went on her own. And we did what we’ve always done, but without him: We gave our talks (mine was on the attempts by linguist Ferdinand de Saussure to uncover anagrams in Vedic poetry), went to our colleagues’ talks, talked about the talks and about our colleagues and enjoyed ourselves over food and wine. Since he seemed to be getting better, our mood was cheerful, and I departed on Monday morning optimistic that the three of us would be getting together again soon.
BY JOSHUA KATZ Faculty Columnist
Let me start with what I think is the best application of anonymity we have seen this year: Tiger Compliments. This Facebook page, set up by an anonymous senior girl, allows Facebook users to post anonymous compliments on any Princetonian page. You might say, “It’s a shame it has to be anonymous, that people can’t just tell the people in their lives what they think about them.” But there is something different about an anonymous compliment — you have no idea who it is from. You expect your friends and the people you know well to care about you. They are supposed to — they are your friends. But it takes on a whole new meaning when it is someone that doesn’t have to but just feels compelled by how good you are to write a comment about it.
Space matters. In the spring of 2006, Anna Huang ’07 offered me this space in the ‘Prince’ and told to make something of it. Since then, I have done my best to use it wisely, figuring that it is the nearest thing to a pulpit that someone who is not religious is likely to receive.
Over a year ago, I pointed out in this space that all you have to do is look around to see that students with green hair do not come here in great numbers. I added that I was depressed by the president’s failure in this regard. The result was an uncharacteristically large amount of negative mail from alumni.
Six of the 48 classes offered through the Freshman Seminar Program have been selected to participate in the program in which freshman seminar professors also serve as academic advisers for their students.
We may well argue about what the criteria should be for admission to the various clubs that go rather a long way toward raising one’s status in life’s lottery. But in the 880 words I have here I wish only to point out some curiosities in how extracurricular activities and service are acknowledged on campus and beyond. I write from the perspective of someone who has been spectacularly fortunate; at the same time, I write as someone who is uneasy about his fortune, in part because I go back and forth between thinking that my clubs, including the Marshall and Princeton clubs, give too much and too little weight to conventional assessments of achievement.
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There are two Ferdinands in my life. The first, a nearly lifelong acquaintance, is a bull. Born 75 years ago, right before the start of the Spanish Civil War, “el toro feroz Ferdinando” was one of my favorite characters when I was a child. To judge from the comments parents and some kids leave on Amazon.com these days, Munro Leaf and Robert Lawson’s 1936 “Story of Ferdinand” remains popular, and I hope you know it. (If you don’t, or if this column makes you wish to reread it, there’s a copy in the Cotsen Children’s Library, which is one of Princeton’s delightful — and, at a research university, unexpected — treasures.) From this short, beautifully illustrated book I learned the words “bandilleros” and “picadores” (the former not recorded in the Oxford English Dictionary), discovered that cork comes from trees and began to absorb the lesson that it’s OK to be different. Ferdinand, though a mighty creature, doesn’t enjoy butting heads with other bulls and has no interest in facing the matador. He’s a happy loner, liking “to sit just quietly under the cork tree and smell the flowers.”
John Pardon ’11 will serve as this year’s valedictorian, and Veronica Shi ’11 will serve as Latin salutatorian, the University announced on Monday afternoon. Both of their addresses will be delivered at the Commencement ceremony on May 31.
Arguelles and others take their cue from the ancient Maya, according to whose remarkable calendrical system we are now living in the fourth world, which began on August 11, 3114 B.C.(E.) (with proleptic Gregorian conversion) but will conclude, having reached the 13th “baktun” (i.e., 13.0.0.0.0), on next year’s penultimate Friday. Among the popular visions of what we have in store for us — on the word of folks today, I stress, and not anything contained in the Mayan “Popol Vuh” — is an apocalyptic collision, or near-collision, between Earth and a planet that goes by the catchy Babylonian name Nibiru. Another vision, involving the construction of a series of rescuing arks in the Himalayas, can be seen in Roland Emmerich’s disaster movie “2012” (which came out in 2009, presumably so that it would have time to make $770 million).
I don’t need to consult the “Reader Comments” in the online version of the ‘Prince’ to know these things, but perhaps there is something to be said for submitting oneself to regular public reminders of one’s place in the universe. After all, if you choose to write (and sometimes bite), you have to expect people to write (and bite) back.
University professors are no less aware than the rest of the population of the dismal education most Americans receive in their pre-college years, and although we sometimes write columns about it, few of us actually do anything. Of course some of my colleagues, especially social scientists, do study educational practice and help make policy: for example, sociologist Thomas Espenshade GS ’72 and economist and professor of public affairs Cecilia Rouse, who is currently a member of the president’s Council of Economic Advisers. But there are structural reasons why actual teaching is rare. If you are an assistant professor, you need to publish, not spend time in any classroom, much less one with cubbies; and once you have tenure, you’re wont to think of yourself as too grand to have to keep order in a room filled with kids. (I am not excusing the attitudes in this last sentence, just telling it like it is.) And that’s to say nothing of state-mandated teaching certification, which most of us do not have.