If a friend had described what the current state of the 2016 Presidential Election would be like to me many months ago, I would have scoffed at her — Hillary Clinton scrambling for “likeability” and still answering questions about emails.
Ah, New York City. The city of lights, the city that never sleeps, the city of… homelessness. This past summer, I returned to work in NYC, and again I was reminded of the struggles of so many homeless on a daily basis.
On the 12th of September, Princeton opened for the academic year. A huge barrage of loaded Dinky trains, excited hugs, orange carts and the sudden reminder of the doors that are magically open to you with the card with Princeton written on it soon followed.
The start of classes is an exciting time, offering students a chance to meet new people, reconnect with old friends and explore varied interests.
By Zach Horton From a recent grad to the incoming Class of 2019: congratulations — and welcome to what may well be the four most formative years of your lives.
By now, Lawnparties are over, and only a sea of dust from Quadrangle Club and a few stray plastic cups remain as physical evidence of the crush of people who filled Prospect Avenue over the past day.
The real danger of Trump isn’t that he might win, it’s that — at least for now — he doesn’t have to.It isn’t revolutionary to say that Congress isn’t working right now.
Last Thursday, about 1,000 freshmen returned from Outdoor Action and Community Action and began to settle into their dorms, joining those who chose not to do a pre-orientation program.
Princeton is unique among the Ivies for its current policy banning transferring.
I’m juggling, as we all are, the many different decisions one makes at the beginning of the school year.
Before I left for my semester abroad at the University of Sussex last spring, an older friend who had also spent her junior spring in England gave me advice which would ring truer than she could possibly have expected.
I was one of the few Asian-Americans in the small suburb of Detroit that I grew up in. I still remember multiple instances in which other little boys would walk up to me and ask, “Your eyes are so small, are you blind or something?” They might as well have been hurling a slur at me – “chink.” Well, that’s just an ugly word.
On a hot spring day 15 months ago, I sat outside St.
With the start of a new school year, everyone is eager to impart his or her advice on how to face the future.
To the Editor: Shame on the University. The prestigious Ivy League university’s policy, found in the “Respect for Others” subsection of “Rights, Rules, Responsibilities,” states: “As an intellectual community, [the University] attaches great value to freedom of expression and vigorous debate, but it also attaches great importance to mutual respect, and it deplores expressions of hatred directed against any individual or group.” However, the University makes an exception to this policy for one of its own: bioethics professor Peter Singer.
Note: This column is not intended as a slur to Madison Holleran, her family, friends and anyone who continues to grieve for her.
