Some people forget their jackets on the Street. Others forget to turn in their problem sets on time.
Welcome to the 21stcentury, where women and men are supposedly treated equally and enjoy the same opportunities.
In her Oct. 1 column, “The cult of exclusivity,” Katherine Zhao discusses how the Princeton experience can often feel like “getting hit by a long string of rejections.” She laments that Princeton’s culture has the habit of excluding students from the exact extracurricular activities they had once thought they had excelled at in high school.
A few weeks ago, one of my favorite high school teachers sent a message via Facebook to several of my friends in Boston demanding that they “stop hanging out” with one another, emphasizing her sincerity with all-caps text and more exclamation points than a humanities teacher should ever use.
During fall break, I saw Steve McQueen’s “12 Years a Slave” in one of the few theaters in the country where it was playing. I had read reviews praising the movie as a modern masterpiece.
He said that he’d been the best Latin reciter in his Ghanaian village before he took to the streets in Maryland. “I used to be a high school English teacher!” he said, pounding his chest proudly.
A few weeks ago, I got a C. The letter, scrawled in the corner and circled for emphasis, burned into my retinas the moment I flipped over the paper at the end of precept.
It’s Friday. Midterms are over for all but the unluckiest. For a week we’ve been herding into lecture halls to take exams alongside hundreds of our peers, bonding over horrifying schedules and desperately waiting for break.
I am done with people calling me an investment banker. It is time for an intervention. Mitchell Hammer’s recent article, “Keep Calm and Conform On,” seems to have this label in mind for me and many of my peers at this University.
Last Thursday evening, I found myself in McCosh 50 for a talk delivered by Ryan Anderson ’04, called “What Is Marriage?” The fact that it was sponsored by the Anscombe Society — a campus group dedicated to promoting traditional marriage roles, family and chastity — gave me a pretty strong inkling of what wouldn’t be included in his definition. The gay marriage debate is ages old at this point.
Several times a week, my inbox is flooded with emails from TigerTracks about new opportunities in consulting, trading and investment banking.
When you join an eating club (if you join an eating club), a weird thing happens: You become the baby again.
Feb. 11, 1983: Pete Carril secures his 273victory as Princeton’s head basketball coach, becoming the Tigers’ all-time leader in wins.
Big fish from a little pond comes to Princeton.
The senior class council wisely saved up its social funds for a series of events called “Pub Nights.” The point of these evenings is to rent out a bar such that it exclusively serves the Princeton senior class, so that anyone from the class can participate.
I was more than a little daunted when I made the first trek from the West Garage to Forbes on move-in day.
In the wake of the announcement that a committee was being created to review grade deflation, another presidential proposal — that of expanding the undergraduate student body — was largely overshadowed in campus discussion.
By Cameron Langford Columnist Spencer Shen recently argued that SHARE’s new “Unless There’s Consent” program lacked the ability to reduce sexual assault on campus.
Halfway through Frosh Week, as I sat on the chapel steps with a handful of other freshmen meeting our academic adviser for the first time, I was invited to observe.
