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Matthews Theatre, in the McCarter complex, transforms into a haunted playground for humans and monsters alike. There is no telling who or what might suddenly leap from a balcony or crawl out from under the floor. Unsuspecting audience members may be thrust into the spotlight. But most unsettling is the way the lines blur between human and monster and between reality and nightmare in Lookingglass Theatre Company’s production of “Frankenstein.”
One of the biggest questions on my mind these days has revolved around the idea of “home,” especially as I’ve been making the transition to college. Many people might not hesitate to say where their true home is; they spend their entire lives in or near their place of birth. But for me, it’s never really been easy. I was born in Mexico City and lived there until I moved to Cincinnati, Ohio, at the age of four. I have lots of family and other long-standing relationships connecting me to Mexico, but I don’t have any memories of it being my home. On the other hand, my entire childhood is based in Ohio, but I don’t really have much more connecting me to Cincinnati than my immediate family and some school friends.
I never knew how fortunate I was to grow up in Detroit. With a population that’s 80 percent African-American, its businesses cater to the dominant demographic. Practically every major street is lined with beauty supply shops, stocked in abundance with hair extensions, conditioners, hair masks, gels, bonnets, and silk scarves — all for the purpose of protecting and beautifying Afro-textured hair.
Princeton is no stranger to pop culture — from serious literature to comedy television, from admiration to derisive dismissal, references to the University run amok. Hemingway’s “The Sun Also Rises” and Fitzgerald’s “This Side of Paradise” both include characters that attend or have attended the University.
The arrival of autumn’s crisp weather on campus was accompanied by an influx of black Princeton alumni returning for Thrive, a three-day conference that sought to empower and celebrate Princeton’s black alumni. Sporting various patterns of orange and black, black alumni swarmed the ivy-covered campus, eager to learn and bond with one another.
As you stroll through the doors of the cafe tucked away on Firestone Library’s first floor, you might think you’ve stepped into the 1960s. You spy vintage-style chairs, round granite tabletops, and a black-and-white checkerboard floor. Welcome to the Tiger Tea Room.
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If you ever wanted to hear a song with lyrics comprising solely of anonymous people’s opinions on eating ass, then all you needed to do was to be in 1903 basement at 8 p.m. on Friday, Oct. 4, before following the group to Edwards Hall upon being kicked out by another group that had reserved the basement just before 9 p.m. If you were there, you would have gotten to see Allison Spann ’20 bring to life a series of Tiger Confessions while she wore — among other items — purple boots, a floor-length black tulle skirt, and a shirt that could only be described as a multi-color Hawaiian shirt meets the Solo “Jazz” cup.
Meet and Learn with Oscar Nominated and Award-Winning Director, Ildikó Enyedi at McCormick Hall 10 (Oct. 14 and 15) The University Center for Human Values Film Forum is providing undergraduates with an incredible opportunity to meet Ildikó Enyedi, director of the award winning film “My Twentieth Century.” A screening of the movie will take place on Monday, Oct. 14, 7:30 p.m., at McCormick 101. The Masterclass will take place on Tuesday, Oct. 15, 6 p.m., at 5 Ivy Lane.
The journey to Princeton is long and arduous — but it isn’t exactly a picnic once you get here either. A large part of the first-year struggle is the complicated, sometimes agonizing search for an extracurricular life and, in turn, an extracurricular family.
Pull up your schedule for me real quick. ReCal, TigerHub, that one crumpled sheet of loose leaf where you tearfully scribbled out your final courses before add/drop ended. If you don’t already have it filled in, picture where all the club meetings, theater rehearsals, sports practices, and weekly study times would go.
How many times have you heard the phrase “sleep is important?” While most of us wish we could sleep for a consistent eight hours a night, that kind of a schedule isn’t particularly compatible with a flourishing GPA. Over the course of my time at Princeton, I began to realize that this was a very common practice, because let's be honest — there is a lot of work that comes with going to a school like Princeton. At this school, there’s often negligence when it comes to our bodies and sleep. But I’m here to introduce a new method of prospering while still taking care of your body: napping!
Elaine Castillo and Jessica Hagedorn (Oct. 2) at East Pyne 010. This year, the University’s Program in Asian American Studies has been celebrating New Asian American Writing. For October, the department is observing Filipino American History Month by bringing Elaine Castillo and Jessica Hagedorn, two Filipino American novelists, to campus. The two will do a reading this Wednesday in East Pyne Hall.
A couple of days ago, I was taking the elevator up to the second floor of Witherspoon (commonly referred to as ‘Spoon by its residents). The act may seem mundane enough — I do it every day, multiple times a day, because I live on the second floor of ‘Spoon.
In high school, I never received a single letter grade on the traditional A to F scale, and I didn’t even know my exact GPA until I began applying to colleges and had the opportunity to look at my transcript for the first time. I went to a progressive, liberal high school where grades were de-emphasized and our teachers discouraged us from focusing on raw numbers. Instead, we were told to think about our growth holistically within a subject, using growth as a measure for success rather than our test scores and essay grades. In alignment with this mentality, we received “verbal equivalents” (e.g. EXCELLENT, NEARLY EXCELLENT, VERY GOOD, etc.) instead of letter grades. Sometimes teachers would return papers and tests without a verbal equivalent or any other tangible indication of performance aside from constructive feedback. Our school never selected a class valedictorian for senior graduation, and we couldn’t graduate with honors or any other form of distinction.
Even though classes are picking up, weekends are the perfect time for students to escape the Orange Bubble. While going out to eat on Nassau Street is enjoyable, there is so much to see beyond Princeton. For those looking for a day trip or a chance to explore the area outside of Princeton, here is a list of ideas to do this fall:
Princeton Farmers Market (Sept. 19) at Hinds Plaza. Open now until the middle of November, the Princeton Farmers Market brings together farmers and other vendors from around the area. The summer market series featured vendors including Fruitwood Farms, Bon Nut Butters, Terhune Orchards, and more. The Princeton Farmers Market provides a bright spot of fresh fruit and veggies to help us get through the week.
Nassau Street Sampler (Sept. 12) at the Princeton University Art Museum. The Princeton University Art Museum welcomes back students each fall with the Nassau Street Sampler. The event features local food vendors, including Jammin’ Crepes, Small World Coffee, and food from the Whole Earth Center, as well as student performances. The Nassau Street Sampler provides a snapshot of what the Princeton community has to offer.