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.
I don’t really know what I want to do with my life, but I know I want to change the world. Maybe something small, maybe something big, but I want to make a difference — leave my mark. Many of my freshman classmates share these hopes and ambitions with little idea how to achieve them.
Freshman year, after dining hall acquaintances have exhausted standard small talk on the weather —“Winter’s coming” —and last Saturday’s happenings —“You will not believe how late I went to bed” —there is one topic left sure to fill any lulls in conversation.
By Duncan Hosie Sexism thrives at Princeton and in America.
Even as a first-year college student, I struggle to define the importance of place in my own experience.
In his Oct. 7column, Spencer Shen assessed the effectiveness of educational initiatives such as Sexual Harassment/Assault Advising, Resources & Education’s “Unless There’s Consent” program and AlcoholEdu.
"Update. Police are still on the scene. No injuries reported. Stay away from Nassau Hall." "Stay away from area.
Princeton’s dual history as an athletic as well as academic powerhouse is well-documented. Like its fellow Ivy League schools, Princeton promotes the coupling of these two fields, aiming to foster great minds and physical fitness among its students.
It's fall again. I can tell, even though I'm not in Princeton to see the leaves change color, but on leave in an undisclosed location 50 miles away.
“Until you conquer the fear of being an outsider, an outsider you will remain.”-C.S. Lewis, “The Inner Ring” Gathering dust in my closet at home is a collection of sweatshirts that I can’t seem to bring myself to throw out.
As the Triangle Club song goes, "New Haven has its murders?, Philadelphia decays and in the town that’s home to Brown,? they smoke away the days.
I have chosen — and it’s sad that this had to be an actual choice — to spend my time as a Princeton student focusing on what I’m actually learning and not on the number of zeroes at the end of my probable starting salary.
Every semester, as I browse Course Offerings, I go through a phase where all I do is wince. The large numbers stare back at me from the computer, menacing me.
You could, I suppose, call me exercise-adverse. You won’t, for instance, find me in Dillon Gymnasium for pursuits more athletic than the Frosh Week activities fair.
One of the most terrifying things I’ve had to cope with growing up was being alone. As an only child growing up with a working parent, I always kept to myself at home, picking up various hobbies to keep myself busy until my mother came home.
When I was in elementary school, my class always had these timed multiplication tests — Mad Minutes.
The summer after freshman year, I reconvened with my friends from home to rehash details of the first year out of what would supposedly be the greatest four in our lives.
