Doormats, being nonbinary, and me
I’m a bit of a doormat.
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I’m a bit of a doormat.
I built up the moment in my head for so long. With almost every person I’ve ever come out to, I have labored over the thought of having to actually go through with it.
As I’ve written and published more essays in these pages, I’ve discovered a great joy in knowing that I’m writing myself into the story of this place, Princeton. It may only be a few thousand words by the time I graduate, but they’ll be there. Alongside headlines of prestigious prize winners and major world events, I’ve added, among others, one celebrating my birthday, some mourning my losses, and one honoring my identity.
“Signatures,” a two-part senior thesis show by Megan Pai ’22, mobilizes the audience not just as spectators, but as performers and collaborators.
Confluence: the meeting of two rivers, perhaps of thought, or words, or ideas.
Although there were no surprises in the major categories at the 94th Oscars on Sunday night, there was still plenty to keep viewers glued to the screen.
I don’t like math.
Push the vaccination roll out, Olivia Rodrigo's world domination, and celebrity NFTs aside. 2021 was definitively the Year of Andrew Garfield.
“The love and affection I used to have,” a Program in Visual Arts senior thesis show by Ameena Faruki ’22, is a dual act of creation and destruction. On display in the Lucas Gallery at 185 Nassau Street, Faruki’s exhibition draws viewers in with bold asceticism — it is populated sparsely with six cathode-ray tube TVs (CRTs) in the gallery’s small space, bookended by two photography collections. Then, when viewers are in the thick of it, the exhibit comes to life with an evocative, communicative artistic language of its own.
Many people associate instant ramen with college students, and for good reason. Ramen lunches, dinners, and occasionally breakfasts are so ubiquitous among college students that the Princeton University Store dedicates an entire shelf to this convenient meal-in-a-cup. Unlike many of my peers, however, I fell in love with instant ramen from an earlier age. Since childhood, instant noodles have served as a constant in my life, following me wherever I go.
Beginning my sophomore spring at Princeton and leaning towards declaring a Politics concentration, I stepped confidently into a familiar choreography: construct course schedule, participate, attend office hours, write, go out, regret it, pull all-nighter(s), receive grades, repeat. Signing up for DAN 208: Body and Language was merely another step in this carefully-constructed choreography; a pass (P) to protect the GPA, a 1:30-4:20 p.m. warmup for 4:30 p.m. fencing practice, and ultimately a course that both interested me and fulfilled the Literature and the Arts distribution requirement.
This March 14th, I’m turning 22 years old, and just like these very words as I first write them down are filling the very first page of a brand new, blank notebook, I feel like I’m entering this year with the world wide open before me.
The following is a precise itinerary on how to travel from Princeton, New Jersey to Buffalo, New York.
In this digital day and age, witnessing the grandeur of the symphony is an often forgotten privilege. A few weeks ago, I was treated to the exquisite repertoire of the Princeton University Orchestra and felt reminded of the sheer physical and emotive force of live classical music.
Princeton is hardly short on fine dining options. Agricola plates and Mistral small dishes tantalize the taste buds; Mediterra starters and Ficus Above inventions craft an upscale, sophisticated meal experience, not to mention the other top-dollar restaurants housed in town.
It ended like it began: with a prematurely-published website update blowing up group chats and social media, all in anticipation of an official announcement intended to be released on the Wednesday of spring midterms. What began and ended in this manner isn’t the COVID-19 pandemic itself, of course. Rather, these parallel fumbled announcements — to send us home two years ago and now, to remove most precautions — so neatly bookend this pandemic chapter at Princeton.
This weekend, I planned to attend the Princeton University Orchestra (PUO) spring concert and write a piece describing a rock and roll fan’s perspective on classical music performance. I ended up in an entirely foreign land, much further outside of my comfort zone than I had bargained for — but I still had an incredible night.
On Feb. 17, the Princeton Garden Theatre showed “In the Mood for Love” as part of the “Deep Focus” seminar series. The film from 2000, which was written, directed, and produced by Hong Kong filmmaker Wong Kar-wai, depicts two neighbors, Chow Mo-wan (Tony Leung) and Su Li-zhen (Maggie Cheung), who discover that their spouses are having an affair.
Each morning, whether I’m sprinting to my 8:30 a.m. Writing Seminar or strolling leisurely to my 10:00 a.m. lecture (I can assure you, the difference this hour-and-a-half makes is monumental), I cross through an arch known as “Einstein Walk.” I noticed this when I first moved in, but since then, the fading plaque has become just another peripheral blur on my morning sprints to class.
In my 16 years of creating art, I have experimented with paint, ink, pen, markers, metal, foam, plaster, and more. To make art, I converse with my materials. Each one has a unique personality that inspires me to express myself in new ways.