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On Friday, Sept. 30, Princeton celebrated the life of legendary men’s basketball coach Pete Carril in Jadwin Gymnasium. Spectators listened to a heartwarming series of speakers who spoke to Coach Carril’s legacy.
For some reason, Princeton’s administration thinks that it can completely change the University’s upperclass dining scene by radically revamping the eating clubs and co-ops through an opaque committee working in secret. It’s not going to work. If the administration really wants to reform campus culture, it has to work with proposals generated by the student body, not ones imposed unilaterally.
The first week back on campus was a whirlwind. With the mask mandate that’s been in place for the past couple of academic years gone, I found myself in many packed areas, unmasked — from the Welcome Back BBQ and the BSU B(l)ack Together Event, to the huge lecture hall for POL 345: Introduction to Quantitative Social Science. I believe that it was at one of these venues that I contracted COVID-19, which put me out of classes for the entire second week of school.
Content warning: The following article contains mention of rape and sexual violence.
In honor of the closure of Nassau Street’s Dunkin’, I’m taking a trip down memory lane. For the first-years who never even knew this Dunkin’ once existed, let me enlighten you: This Dunkin’ did not have particularly good coffee or stellar customer service. It wasn’t always tasty or pleasant. It didn’t have the local charm of Small World or the customizability of Starbucks. But it was always there for you. And it was always the cheapest option.
Princeton scientist Clifford P. Brangwynne, the June K. Wu ’92 Professor of Chemical and Biological Engineering, was awarded the 2023 Breakthrough Prize in Life Sciences, one of the highest honors awarded to scientists conducting groundbreaking research in the biological sciences.
Farmers market moves closer to campus, making produce more accessible to University community
Princeton football (2–0) will take on Columbia (2–0) in the Ivy League opener this Saturday, Oct. 1 in New York City. Coming off of their last two wins, the Tigers will look to continue their success in their first conference game of the season.
Princeton Farmers Market has moved to the Dinky parking lot, situated just south of campus in front of the Wawa. This location, which is significantly closer to the University compared to its previous site of operation on Franklin Avenue, has increased access to produce and other products for the University community.
As September concludes and October commences, the ebb and flow of Princeton’s academic calendar pulls students along to their next destination: midterms week. Princeton students are already busy preparing for written, in-class midterm exams, which dominate the University’s examination structure.
As soon as the Class of 2026 arrived on campus, Princeton’s administration plunged us into a series of orientation events. Among the presentations about University values, one stood out: “Free Expression at Princeton.” It was early in Orientation, it was required, and University President Christopher Eisgruber ’83 addressed our class for the first time — the administration clearly prioritized it.
The following content is purely satirical and entirely fictional.
On Sept. 29, Princeton University announced that its Board of Trustees voted earlier in the month to dissociate from Exxon Mobil Corp., NRG Energy Inc., and 88 other corporations “active in the thermal coal or tar sands segments of the fossil fuel industry.”
Princeton women’s rugby goes varsity, keeps walk-on spirit
Despite its dominant performance in the last two matches, the Princeton men’s soccer team (3–3–1, 0–0 Ivy) fell 2–1 against Saint John’s (2–5–1, 1–1 Big East). The game was a rematch of the 2021 NCAA Tournament First Round, when Princeton was knocked out of the tournament after losing against the Red Storm.
In July, the University informed students that the majority of those who test positive for COVID-19 would need to isolate in their dorms, as opposed to in designated isolation housing. But one month into the fall semester, some students — particularly those who have had roommates test positive — expressed confusion and concern about the policy.
Following a 1–0 loss to Ivy League rival Yale (4–4–1 overall, 1–0 Ivy League), Princeton (6–4 overall, 0–1 Ivy League) was looking to bounce back against Bucknell (5–5–1, 2–1 Patriot League). Dominating performances in the midfield, along with continued pressure on Bucknell’s defense, ensured the Tigers’ victory over the Bisons by a score of 2–0 on Tuesday.
I laughed aloud when reading the recent, clever humor article on an imagined plan to add DUO Mobile, our lovely campus multi-factor authentication (MFA) service, to dorm door locks so as to inconvenience undergraduates as much as possible, all the time. But I also shed a tear at the lampooning of the MFA’s effectiveness and security, which I hold near and dear to my heart. While somewhat annoying, the presence of DUO Mobile does considerably more good than harm by protecting all of our personal information and the University network at large.
Last week, the most powerful politician in Europe could be found chatting with Princeton undergraduates at an ice cream social organized by the Davis International Center.
In a small candle shop near an entrance to a Hong Kong subway station, a middle-aged gentleman spoke to me about astrology and life’s dreams. I kid you not. This random store owner asked, out of nowhere, if I was a Pisces. I am. “Love comes slowly, and life’s dreams could be within reach,” he assured me; I added this memory to my cache of interesting encounters. In rented studio spaces, I played card games with local college students whom I’d only met a few times. I sampled countless 1980s Cantopop albums on my late night taxi trips back home. I can imagine my memories of summer strung together by the countless hands of those I briefly crossed paths with — like dried persimmon that hang in markets.
