In the past week you have seen unsigned editorials in this space commenting on a new campus mentoring program and the Amethyst Initiative petition calling for debate over the current drinking age.
Last year, Amy was my bathroom friend. We used to have long chats in the bathroom about formals and concerts and why she was doing up her hair so nicely and where I was going that it was OK for me to be wearing sweatpants again for the fifth day in a row.
As if returning seniors don't have enough to worry about with theses and forgotten graduation requirements, there looms the ever present question: "What am I doing with my life?" For some, internships, summer jobs or special programs have lined up the first step into the real world.
I've never understood Mary Poppins - yes, Mary Poppins the infuriating nanny from that inscrutable Disney film of the same name.
In a dimly lit bar flooded with warm light and cold stainless steel, a young, good looking Caucasian couple's eyes meet for a brief moment.
Since last July, leaders of 130 U.S. colleges and universities, including Johns Hopkins, Middlebury, Duke, Pomona and Dartmouth, have signed the Amethyst Initiative.
On July 23, Michael Mahoney GS '67 died, a few days after he suffered cardiac arrest while swimming in Dillon pool.
The writer of an article Friday's issue of The Daily Princetonian dealing with the change in course enrollment schedule fabricated a statement regarding a student interviewed for the article.
The semester has begun. With it, the piles of required reading on every student's desk have begun to grow.
For many years, racial affinity organizations like the Black Student Union have helped students from diverse backgrounds adjust to life at Princeton through their mentoring programs.
Our gray minivan hummed along the winding single-lane New Jersey roads and the air conditioning blazed as I watched tall, old trees whiz by my window.
At the time of writing, it is Thursday, Sept. 11, 2008. It is the first day of classes for Princeton, and for me it is the first day of classes of the last year I will spend as an undergrad.
Right now, the primary goal of the residential colleges is make the Class of 2012 feel right at home on campus, and the University has its eyes firmly fixed on this overriding goal.
Princeton is a different place in late summer. Students and faculty are for the most part enjoying their last few weeks of freedom before the treadmill starts again, so one might naively assume that the town is even quieter than it is earlier in the summer when sports camps and institutes for the (presumably not athletically) gifted fill the campus with kids who barely qualify as teenagers.But Princeton has become a tourist attraction.
Over the past three years at Princeton, every time I saw another student publication at my door, a demonstration in front of Frist, or heard of our administration's continued support for the academic freedom of Peter Singer, I became more confident that our marketplace of ideas was alive and well.I was also impressed by the appropriately restrained reaction on the part of the administration during both of the major free speech controversies that have occurred while I have been a student.
