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.
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.
As course selection draws near, I feel panic setting in. There’s this requirement and that distribution; I really wanted to take a class for fun, but there’s no space and no time.
On Monday, Paul Phillips wrote an article for The Daily Princetonian on discrepancies in proficiency for students in introductory language classes at Princeton.
Aaron: Before entering Princeton, I held an obscure image of what I believed to be the “ideal University student.” I imagined that once I arrived, I would be expected to participate unquestioningly in a social and academic community to which I was not accustomed.
I’ve been blared awake by a tripped fire alarm several times in the middle of night, been fined twice for propping my means of egress and learned during the fire talk of frosh week the dangers of contraband candles and unattached microwaves.
The Princeton administration is undoubtedly dedicated to keeping its students as safe as possible.
On Oct. 15, the Supreme Court took up the issue of affirmative action in the case Schuette v. Coalition to Defend Affirmative Action, which attempted to decide whether the state of Michigan violated the 14th Amendment’s Equal Protection Clause when it amended its state constitution to ban affirmative-action programs in its universities and in the public sector.
After Thanksgiving dinner, I lay on a couch in a family friend’s house, sated and sleepy. Whoever was controlling the remote to the television was graciously interspersing the long stretches of football with periodic spurts of "Modern Family," to appease those of us who were less touchdown-savvy.
