By Uwe Reinhardt Princeton University’s Ad Hoc Committee on Diversitydelivered its final report to the public a few days ago.
Toward the end of last year, as most of us were trying to figure out which classes to take this semester, the subject of good and bad professors often came up when my friends and I were trying to choose courses.
If there’s one thing studying in Beijing this summer has taught me, if not the fact that toilet paper is a luxury and that walking with your caged bird is apparently a thing, it’s that Asian Tiger nations have a distinctly unique way of reconciling traditional with modern, the East with the West.
During many mornings this past summer, I wandered into the kitchen to see my father, a retired investment banker, hunched intentlyover his laptop, headphones on and scribbling notes.
You know how, when you meet someone you’ve never seen before, you end up seeing her all over campus?
Before we even entered college, many advisers told us that if we had the opportunity to study abroad, take it, regardless of when or where it was.
Benjamin Dinovelli’s Sept. 11 opinion piece, "What’s wrong with cheating?", raises an important question about the University’s academic integrity policy with regard to student collaboration on coursework.
“Randal Graves on the construction of the second Death Star: “All right, look— you're a roofer, and some juicy government contract comes your way; you got the wife and kids and the two-story in suburbia— this is a government contract, which means all sorts of benefits.
For students who’ve either put off the summer job search for far too long, or have been sent back gentle rejection letter after gentle rejection letter, the month before finals was when desperation set in.
Over the past semester, the unsigned editorials featured on this page have discussed issues such as the nascent Eisgruber presidency, Lawnparties as a benefit concert and University insurance coverage of sex-reassignment surgery.
Last Sunday, I arrived at Princeton Junction around 9:30 at night. On the New York platform I recognized someone: a recent alumnus standing with a distinguished-looking couple, whom I took to be his parents.
I woke up to the wails of power tools. Some days, their agonizing, heart-rattling whirring would crescendo, as if the drills were threatening to burst through my wall, through my headboard, into my head.
One afternoon late in August, I got an email about a start-up company that was launching a Princeton branch for their new social media app.
If there’s anything Princeton has more of than free food, tiger puns and black bear warnings, it’s the opportunity for students to study abroad and immerse ourselves in a different culture.
Following a trend started in the world’s major cities, at least 33 U.S. colleges now offer some form of bike-sharing program.
My dad likes to tell the story of the time when, as my soccer coach, he instructed my team to run a lap.
