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(02/13/14 6:58pm)
In imagining what can only be the dramatic origins of a certain Princeton mantra, I like to think that one day a Princetonian on the cusp of graduation looked up at Blair Arch, its stones basked in a special sort of afternoon sun, and in a fit of nostalgia placed his hand on the shoulder of a passing freshman and warned, “You only get eight semesters here.” The freshman then thought of the very short eight semesters ahead of him and was struck with unease. He repeated the words, now with the cadence of a proverb, to those around him: “You only get eight semesters here.” And the phrase was picked up and passed on and was swept up into the collective consciousness of the Princeton student so that however many years later as I, a restless sophomore, filled out my application to study abroad the following fall it made me wonder if I was making a terrible mistake.
(12/09/13 9:20pm)
Princeton students never seem to fail to dazzle board members of clubs or job interviewers with their impressive resumes and laundry lists of commitments. However, once asked to discuss their interests in the field and to showcase what they know about current national and global events relevant to the position or organization they’re interested in, many students seem to struggle. In an interview for a public health-related club on campus, I found that my interviewees often managed to find some new health policy, a medical society census or national health concern to name-drop. However, when it came time for the interviewee to demonstrate their understanding of the implications of the policy or what their opinions were, I found myself in the midst of a lot of awkward standstills.
(12/09/13 2:34pm)
Sophomore Isabella Bersani has a win under her belt already this season as she and the women’s squash team have jumped out to a perfect start. She recently sat down with The Daily Princetonian to discuss yoga, passports and Foo Fighters tribute bands.
(12/08/13 9:46pm)
As course selection draws near, I feel panic setting in. There’s this requirement and that distribution; I really wanted to take a class for fun, but there’s no space and no time. I look at ICE and see if I can still fit it in next year, but then there’s a whole slew of departmentals I’ve already entered in for next year’s schedule. I’m a first-semester sophomore. That means that three-eighthsof my college career is over. By the end of this year, I’ll be half-done with college. That’s jarring to think about. It feels like I just walked through FitzRandolph Gate for the first time; in reality, that was over a year ago. Pretty soon, I’ll be closer to walking out of that gate than walking in it.
(12/05/13 9:08pm)
(11/05/13 10:59pm)
Having survived the Great Midterm War (GMW), having battled lab reports, problem sets, essays and exams, and coming away with only minor injuries (consisting mostly of wounded pride, cramped hands and paper cuts), I was ready to return home in glorious triumph to my family. But like another heroic figure wishing to return home, my journey was arduous and left me with a tale worth retelling.
(10/08/13 9:50pm)
When I was in elementary school, my class always had these timed multiplication tests — Mad Minutes. They consisted of 100 multiplication problems, and each person had exactly one minute to complete them. Every week, my class had a competition based on these Mad Minutes, and the winner would get a little prize, usually a colorful eraser or something else that third graders find rewarding. I was always mediocre at Mad Minutes, usually finishing in the middle tier of the class, or, on rare occasions, second or third. Either way, I thought I was pretty good at Mad Minutes. When I went home to tell my mom, I would spin the story to aggrandize my performance. I finished Mad Minutes faster than half of the whole class — I was just that good at multiplication.
(10/04/13 10:28am)
Although Princeton once again faces a meningitis outbreak, Yale is dealing with something of another sick variety.It was reported by the Yale Daily Newsthat an individual or group of individuals has defecated in students' laundry on multiple occasions this fall.
(10/03/13 10:20am)
As a result of the academic arms race between America's most prestigious colleges, Princeton has decided to go big or ... stay tied at number one, I guess. The outgoing Tilghman administration decided to overtake its architectural rivals —stalwarts that include Stanford and Harvard (never UPenn) —and plans for the Arts and Transit Neighborhood were born. This naturally led to the birth of the makeshift Dinky Station and the slow, painful death of the old one.
(09/23/13 6:40pm)
After the jump, a full list of our picks compared against the actual winners and thoughts on a few miscarriages of justice. No thoughts on the actual ceremony, though -- it was Sunday, so we were all with Walter White.
(07/31/13 7:13pm)
Congratulations, 2017—you are bright and talented and probably human. (Important note: This entire piece is written with the understanding that you are in fact sentient Homo sapiens. If that is not the case, disregard and resume upgrading your hard drive, robot/NSA overlord.)
(05/25/13 8:40pm)
Random Access Memoriesis in many ways Daft Punk, but it’s not quite the same Daft Punk that longtime fans will remember. Their older albums (Homework, Discovery, Human After All)made a huge impact on the house music scene, and their songs were largely electronic. Brilliant songs that characterized their style, like “Harder Better Faster Stronger” and “Technologic” combined impressive sampling of singing modulated with a vocoder with very danceable electronic drums, bass and synthesized melodies. Meanwhile,Random Access Memoriesshowcases significantly more live instruments: drum machines are frequently replaced by drum sets, electronic bass has taken over for electronically generated bass in many tracks, and guitar occasionally plays in place of synth. A number of the vocal tracks on the album even lack the characteristic robotic vocoder usage found in the majority of their earlier work, “Get Lucky” being the prime example.
(05/25/13 6:05pm)
By MAX GOLLIN
Staff Writer
(04/15/13 10:00pm)
Food makes people happy, and access to good food makes people very happy. There is a little, low-ceilinged room where students go to play board games and drink tea and where some students bake fresh cookies for the other students. This is, of course, Murray-Dodge. Murray-Dodge is free and even hosts weekly sing-along events. For freshmen and sophomores, built into their University meal plans, are two opportunities to snack at the Frist Campus Center — late meal. Food after lunch and then again after dinner sounds a bit gluttonous, but late meal serves as a social venue as much as it does an opportunity to eat.
(03/26/13 11:00pm)
As visits for admitted prospective graduate students roll around this year, current students rally to convince prospective ones that, despite its isolation, life in Princeton really does have its benefits. It may not be New York or San Francisco, but it offers a uniquely cohesive, welcoming and incredibly supportive graduate community. This is largely because, unlike at other universities, social and intellectual interactions among graduate students are encouraged and enhanced by living together on campus.
(03/26/13 11:00pm)
As visits for admitted prospective graduate students roll around this year, current students rally to convince prospective ones that, despite its isolation, life in Princeton really does have its benefits. It may not be New York or San Francisco, but it offers a uniquely cohesive, welcoming and incredibly supportive graduate community. This is largely because, unlike at other universities, social and intellectual interactions among graduate students are encouraged and enhanced by living together on campus.
(03/14/13 11:00pm)
Emilie Burke ’15 left her clothes to dry overnight in the Feinberg laundry room on Feb. 11. When she returned the next day, she discovered that her three loads of laundry, which constitute at least 70 percent of her wardrobe, had gone missing.
(03/07/13 11:00pm)
The latest project of restaurateur and local farmer Jim Nawn, which he has described as “rustic American,” will feature fresh and seasonal ingredients handpicked from Nawn’s own Great Road Farm located four miles away in Skillman.
(03/04/13 11:00pm)
The apps were developed as part of a collaborative class project that spanned the second half of the semester.
(03/04/13 11:00pm)
I was an idealist, OK? Seduced by the romantic freedom college offered, I made a choice that now seems absurd. I told myself I was being naive, that there was no way things would work out between us, that she was too good for me, but I didn’t care. Risking denial, rejection, laugh-in-your-face dejection, I did it. I submitted my admissions application indicating my interest in the Planets and Life certificate. Astrobiology has epitomized the ideal course of study for me since early adolescence, a period of experimentation defined by guiltily hiding science fiction books under my mattress. (I’m sorry you had to hear it this way, Mom, but I’m sure Dad would understand the infatuations of a teenage mind).