An unfortunate disconnect
Samuel ParsonsThere was a certain magic to frosh week. We all remember the feeling, whether like me, this year’s was your first, or whether you’ve experienced it from the enlightened perspective of a frosh week veteran.
There was a certain magic to frosh week. We all remember the feeling, whether like me, this year’s was your first, or whether you’ve experienced it from the enlightened perspective of a frosh week veteran.
Recent emails sent by Vice President for Campus Life W. Rochelle Calhoun reminded the student body of the resources available from UHS’s Counseling and Psychological Services and encouraged students to “function as a community of care and responsibility” in looking out for one another’s well-being.
In this column, I argue that freedom of expression is a good and worthwhile thing. It is an uncontroversial stance on the face of it, for our country guarantees the freedom in its Constitution.
This month marks the beginning of a season where blazers are the fashion and résumé-filled folders are accessories.
If you are a user of any kind of social media right now, debate over the protests at Yale is probably impossible to avoid.
When hip-hop artist T-Dubb-O gets on stage, it’s like he was born there. The stage is where he proclaims his truth in verse as he makes eye contact with each and every fan and he tells us, “I don’t want a Trap Queen/I’d rather have a Coretta.” T-Dubb-O is one of the leaders of Hands Up United, a collective of politically engaged minds building toward the liberation of oppressed Black, Brown and poor people through education, art, civil disobedience, advocacy and agriculture.
In the weeks leading up to midterms and during the week of midterms itself, I found myself burdened with more than the small abyss of books and papers consuming my desk.
We have all heard of Cecil the lion. The majestic lion who was friendly to visitors, known for his large size and dark mane, and part of a University of Oxford lion conservation study.
Dissent among campus publications is a hallmark of the prose, opinion and editorial scene at Princeton.
You may have heard about Erika and Nicholas Christakis, the associate master and master of Yale’s Silliman College.
This Monday marks the start of the second half of the fall semester.
Almost everyone is told, when we apply to Princeton, that this University distinguishes itself in large part because of its undergraduate focus.
“My professor doesn’t respect my athletic commitments at all,” a student-athlete ranted to me during a study session sometime last week, referring to a specific incident in which her professor had responded with frustration when she informed him of an athletic conflict three days before a quiz.
As you’re reading these lines, other students are celebrating the survival of midterms week. You have solved equations, discussed complicated theories, held conversations in foreign languages and lived to tell the tale.
On Sept. 20, the Undergraduate Student Government’s University Student Life Committee and the Princeton Hidden Minority Council hosted a winter coat giveaway at Campus Club.
I was born and raised in Colorado, a state best known (until it legalized marijuana) for its natural beauty and outdoors culture.