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(05/08/14 7:25pm)
I wanted to remain in denial a little while longer, even though I knew this moment had been coming for quite some time. It is cliché to say that time has gone by really quickly, but it truly has. I’m about to embark on another chapter of my life and enter in a new stage of adulthood, but there is something that I have to do first before I leave. I’d like to give some advice to all opinion writers who are thinking about putting their work out there for the first time or are in the process of doing so. Publicizing your thoughts isn’t easy. But by doing so, you get to see just how thick-skinned and brave you really are or are destined to be. Although my journey as a writer has been through a lot of ups and downs, the process has made me a stronger person, and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Growing pains are necessary when honing your craft, and there’s no other way to improve than enduring the process. I thank campus publications like The Daily Princetonian, The Stripes and The Nassau Literary Review for giving me the opportunity to share my voice with all of you. So without further ado, I will impart some knowledge that I’ve learned throughout the years.
(04/10/14 6:42pm)
It was early Friday morning when I randomly decided to take a shift at Frist Campus Center because one of my commitments had gotten pushed back a few hours.
(03/02/14 7:06pm)
No one would argue that the Princeton social scene isn’t very centralized. The majority of parties happen on the Street or in someone's dorm as a pregame before some eating club event. Because of the limited capacities of eating clubs, on most nights, you need be on a list in order to enter certain clubs. As an independent student, I have tried to scope out other options to have fun on campus. But unfortunately, I have found the same type of model being duplicated in other places as well. This system of excessive gatekeeping needs to end.
(02/17/14 6:36pm)
As it stands, over 60 percent of the University’s undergraduates receive financial aid and the University's no-loan program has been an incredible success over the years. Our $17 billion endowment can attest to that. But the monetary gifts that make such a substantial endowment possible start with the help of the alumni who feel the need to give back. And soon, we will be leading the way for Tigers after us to benefit from the fruits of our labor.
(02/02/14 9:38pm)
One day in high school, my mother was helping me wash my hair and pulled a large clump of hair out of my scalp. Bewildered, she asked me what was going on. I had to tell her about how I was burdened by stress from the daily harassment that I received from my peers. It was always at lunch, when the most people were around. Someone would point at my argyle socks or mention my use of proper English and then everyone would laugh. It had gotten so bad that my mother had pamphlets of neighboring private schools already laid out on the kitchen table at dinner. I stuck it out, though, because I thought that there was a chance that I could be like one of the cool kids some day. They dressed in the latest trends, spoke in slang, got invited to all the parties and always had girlfriends or boyfriends. At least when I went to college, I thought, I could create my own individuality. I could start fresh, where no one would know my history. Unfortunately, Princeton made me discover that "cool" was directly synonymous with being in a selective eating club.
(12/08/13 9:47pm)
I have a friend whom I consider to be very popular on campus. People are always coming to visit him while he's working, and he tends to be "in the know" about upcoming social events at a level that I cannot even begin to approach. One day, I noticed that he was a little bit quieter than usual. Because I saw papers scattered all around him, I initially assumed that he was working hard and had no time for distractions. But then, he stopped working, looked up at me, and said in a soft and unassuming voice, "I don't know why I feel so lonely. It's like no matter how much I do, I still feel like I'm not close to anyone really." I consider myself to be able to comfort friends when they are upset, but I was speechless. I just looked at him with pity because I have been there before. I just never thought loneliness was a battle that he was struggling to overcome. Now I'm starting to observe people differently.
(11/12/13 10:02pm)
I had a rough start one morning, so I decided to catch the bus from Whitman to Clio Hall to make it to my opening shift at Marquand Library. As soon as I stepped off the bus, I started to walk rather briskly toward the library when an older woman came up alongside of me and said to me, "Isn't it beautiful?" I was rather confused, but then the older woman stopped and turned toward Dillon Gymnasium and Edwards Hall. I followed her lead, and my eyes widened when I saw a lush green tree. It was standing on its own, and in the background there were several trees with yellow leaves. The woman told me that this was a ginkgo tree and that she takes time every morning to look at that particular tree, even if she has to hurry to work. As many times as I have walked or taken the bus up campus this fall, I have never once stopped and looked at this tree. I admitted this to the woman. My only justification —if one could call it that —is that I've always been in a hurry. She flashed a warm smile and told me that it doesn't take too long to look. She told me to just count: "On your mark ..." Then she giggled. She meant that, since I seemed so busy, I should set a mental timer and look quickly. Afterward, we wished each other a good day and parted ways. I don't know if I will ever run into that woman again, but she made me wonder about my inattention to the beauty that is Princeton's campus. Perhaps I need to take a moment to reflect, whether it is by gazing at a tree or by making brief contact with someone else.
(10/22/13 9:50pm)
Several times a week, my inbox is flooded with emails from TigerTracks about new opportunities in consulting, trading and investment banking. At first I thought that maybe I had made a mistake when I filled out my profile. Did I accidentally click “computer science” instead of “comparative literature” when I clicked on the drop-down box to list my major? Perhaps I clicked on one of the check-boxes for “consulting” when I really meant to click “communications/media” as one of my career preferences. But when I looked at my profile, I had made no errors. So why was I receiving emails that did not pertain to my interests? After expressing my opinions to friends, I realized that I wasn’t the only one who felt a little bit peeved about these emails. According to PolicyMic, in 2011 about 35 percent of Princeton students went into finance, which proves that the industry is booming. The top investment banking companies come to Princeton and Harvard first to recruit students, and these emails are used to spread the word in order to prepare for the early recruitment and interviewing process. And I’m not suggesting that no one in the humanities goes into these types of job sectors. They do. But when I rarely see email alerts about arts companies, I cannot help but wonder if I, and many others who made sure to detail their preferences on TigerTracks, are being ignored.
(10/07/13 9:50pm)
Several times a week, my inbox is flooded with emails from TigerTracks about new opportunities in consulting, trading and investment banking. At first I thought that maybe I had made a mistake when I filled out my profile. Did I accidentally click “computer science” instead of “comparative literature” when I clicked on the drop-down box to list my major? Perhaps I clicked on one of the check-boxes for “consulting” when I really meant to click “communications/media” as one of my career preferences. But when I looked at my profile, I had made no errors. So why was I receiving emails that did not pertain to my interests? After expressing my opinions to friends, I realized that I wasn’t the only one who felt a little bit peeved about these emails. According to PolicyMic, in 2011 about 35 percent of Princeton students went into finance, which proves that the industry is booming. The top investment banking companies come to Princeton and Harvard first to recruit students, and these emails are used to spread the word in order to prepare for the early recruitment and interviewing process. And I’m not suggesting that no one in the humanities goes into these types of job sectors. They do. But when I rarely see email alerts about arts companies, I cannot help but wonder if I, and many others who made sure to detail their preferences on TigerTracks, are being ignored.
(09/11/13 8:06pm)
Each summer, one of my best friends from Princeton and I discuss our goals for the upcoming year. But this year in particular —our senior year —our voices were marked with more trepidation than excitement, more anxiety than enthusiasm. Senior year is remarkably different from previous years for reasons other than graduating from Princeton. Because once we cross that threshold of FitzRandolph Gate, the world awaits us, a world that is full of invisible pathways that lead us to our dreams, disappointments and any combination of the two —and that is what scares us. At Princeton, we are surrounded by friends, advisers, places of refuge for whenever we need to vent about our mental health and academic prospects. But the real world doesn't provide this support system. Our tethers are severed, and it's almost as if we need to gain balance all over again.
(09/24/12 10:00pm)
Just a few days ago, The Daily Princetonian reported that new security guards have been placed at the Labyrinth Books entrance along with an electronic gate. In addition, just within this past month, we’ve seen our own University ID cards being used to gain access to not only certain buildings on campus but also to our own rooms with the addition of a pin code. The latter example proves that Public Safety and the University are successfully working together to reduce the hassle it takes to issue new keys and charge students.
(12/13/11 11:00pm)
Last Friday, I had the opportunity to see diSiac’s “diStraction.” Two of the biggest things that had drawn me to diSiac were the passion and excitement that all of their members exhibited. Leading up to opening night, all of my diSiac friends approached me with smiles and lovely faces, trying to convince me to attend the show. Because of their relentlessness — not to mention the glowing review from the ‘Prince’ — my friend and I decided to attend. As I was waiting for the show to start, I could barely sit still because my anticipation was at an all-time high. As expected, once the company took the stage, it became clear that the dancers were spectacular.