One day in high school, my mother was helping me wash my hair and pulled a large clump of hair out of my scalp.
By Kyle Berlin I currently live in Urubamba, Peru. I’ve been here for more than five months now, and will be here for at least another four.
In an interview last May, former University President Shirley Tilghman told me she doesn’t believe everything the University says about itself.“If you start believing all your propaganda and believing that we’re perfect, you will fail as the president,” she said.Everything we do at The Daily Princetonian is guided by the belief that the truth shouldn’t be the exclusive possession of the people who "need" to know it in order to make policy and advance their interests.We all deserve an objective account of the University’s successes and shortcomings so that we are better placed to perpetuate the good and reform the imperfect.And yet I can’t count the number of times during my year as Editor-in-Chief of the ‘Prince’ when someone has tried to negotiate with me not to run a story that portrays them or someone they represent in a way they perceive to be unfavorable.
“3,042 students, or 78.9 percent, deferred in third year of U.’s early action program.” That should have been The Daily Princetonian’s headline on Dec.
As the confetti settled in Times Square, the New Year rang in with the first wave of new insurance policies under the Affordable Care Act, widely known as “ObamaCare.” The White House reported that more than 2.1 million Americans have already signed up for private insurance through the ObamaCare exchanges.
In 1829, Thomas Young, hailed “the last man who knew everything,” died, taking with him an era in which the polymath reigned supreme.
In a TED talk titled “The riddle of experience vs.
There I sat, alone in my room (and for all I knew alone in all of Holder) and thinking of finals yet to be studied for and paintings yet to be finished, while Lorde’s drawling notes eased out of my stereo.
By Azza Cohen and Kemy Lin Even though we see the snow falling on the castle we call Princeton, we’re thinking about the summer.
This is a campus structured around success. We chose Princeton because we wanted it to be as important as it promised us we would be; Princeton chose us because we had proven that we wanted it.
While trying (and failing miserably) to finish up an essay in the study room in Holder basement, I suddenly felt the urge to go to the bathroom.
Benjamin Franklin once said, “If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” Allocating $120,000 in her will to sue "corrupt" educational institutions, it seems that Eleanor Lewis took his advice seriously. Ms. Lewis, who passed away recently, asked in her will that the money she left behind be used to fund a lawsuit against Princeton University on the claim that it is a corrupt institution.
I think if you ask anyone on campus if Princeton is diverse, you would hear a resounding “yes.” It’s not easy to overlook the multitude of student organizations we have here that embrace cultural affinities: the Chinese Students’ Association, South Asian Students’ Association, Black Student Union and the Taiwanese-American Students’ Association immediately come to mind.
Staffing a historical committee at PMUNC, Princeton’s high school Model United Nations tournament, this past weekend, I inevitably got asked some pretty weird questions by the delegates of my 14-person Berlin Conference simulation.
It’s been discussed and debated countless times within the past few decades. This very newspaper has published an ample amount of editorials concerning it.
Duke Ellington once said, “There’s two kinds of music: good music ... and the other kind. I like both.” When I first came to campus four years ago, Duke and I disagreed.
Princeton does a pretty good job extending financial aid to students. It also has a fairly strong record of nominal diversity —racial, ethnic and economic —in recent history.
“But lo! Men have become the tools of their tools.” -Henry David Thoreau It is now abundantly clear that we need to do something to manage the role of technology in our lives.
A few weeks ago, amid a flurry of news reporters prowling our campus in a frenetic mission to share our story of meningitis with the world, I saw a tour crossing in front of Nassau Hall.
Princeton students never seem to fail to dazzle board members of clubs or job interviewers with their impressive resumes and laundry lists of commitments.
