This past weekend, the boys were back in town.I am referring to the influx of males at the annual alumni gathering.
Our administration's response to President Summers' remarks on the question of a genetic factor affecting the proportion of women among elite science faculties reminds us that the liberalism of the liberal education has painfully sharp boundaries.Liberal academics will cling to genetic determinism when it serves their agenda to do so, as with the diktat that homosexuality is genetically determined.
The media is on a mission to depress women of our generation. The lives that await us after graduation have become fodder for cover stories and oped musings.
Let the countdown begin. Friday marked the six-week point before my thesis is due. This quintessentially Princeton event, designed to force the liberal arts undergraduate to specialize in one particular area, has made me realize several contradictory things.
My grandpa died one month and four days ago. He died choking while eating. With no one else in the house, he passed away 4 a.m.
The university will enlarge its undergraduate population by some 500 students over the next few years.
Within the space of about a week, the University campus witnessed three political-correctness scandals: the infamous Nassau Weekly Holocaust list, the "Love = Love" Pride Alliance posters and Tiger Magazine's KKK references.
Diversity must be justified as goalRegarding "Joseph's e-mail to student body takes wrong tone" (Monday, Feb.
From Friday, Feb. 18 to Sunday, Feb. 20, hundreds of students at Penn State danced ? or at the very least stayed awake and on their feet ? for 48 straight hours.
It's 2 a.m. on a Sunday, and you're heading back to your dorm from a night at the Street. A friend suggests a stop at U-2 to stock up on post-Street snacks and you eagerly agree ? that is until you reach the U-Store and realize you only have your University ID on you.
In a country where nearly 40 million men, women and children live in poverty, it is almost impossible for us to conceive of an America free of destitution.
Among the maxims of La Rochefoucauld is one that claims that there is something in the misfortunes of even our friends that is not entirely displeasing to us.
I wanted my first column as USG president to discuss civic engagement, but right now other matters have become central.
We were somewhere around 1879 Arch, on the corner of Prospect, when the drinks began to take hold.The ringing in my ears rose to a shrill pitch, and suddenly I was surrounded by what looked like a choir caught in a maelstrom, their voices mixing into some frightening harmony, and a voice was screaming, "Holy Jesus, we've stumbled into A Chorus Line!" The voice, I discovered, was my own, and the singers were no hallucination but rather a group of perturbed a cappella vocalists whose performance I had ruined.
