Follow us on Instagram
Try our free mini crossword
Subscribe to the ‘Prince’
Download the app

Opinion

The Daily Princetonian

Libraries, the Princeton campus's unknown repository of sexiness

Eliot got it wrong. Obviously the cruelest month is not April but January, which generally begins with a hangover before descending into protracted slush, sore throats, and a mailbox full of "important tax documents." At Princeton, where with the most foolish of consistencies we persevere in an academic calendar hostile to nearly all our educational aims, January is the month in which we dramatize the harsh victory of the worst that we are about (Examination Period) over the best of what we are about (Reading Period).If January has any redeeming social value, indeed, it is Reading Period.

OPINION | 01/16/2005

ADVERTISEMENT
The Daily Princetonian

Grades are only the first step in the anti-deflation war

Friends, Princetonians, money-grubby students, lend me your ears. After last springs PR debacle, I invite you to assent to the next battle in the war on grade deflation before the plebiscite is officially held.I had hoped that the whole deflation scheme would be generously granted to you before you were led astray by such picayune concerns as jobs, grad school and happiness.

OPINION | 01/11/2005

The Daily Princetonian

Eating clubs for Dummies

Attention sophomores: we're here to help. We at the 'Prince' understand that you're a little stressed out these days, what with studying for orgo exams and trying to figure out which collar(s) to pop when simultaneously wearing three polo shirts.

OPINION | 01/11/2005

The Daily Princetonian

The night before Dean's Date

Twas the night before Dean's Date, When throughout every college Students were furiously typing, Spewing late-gotten knowledge. For the previous week, They'd been in trivial pursuit ? A little book learning A lot of Beirut! Computer clusters were packed, The printers were jammed, Eager email-checkers Rifled through spam. Jane from Miami Yearned to be my friend. But could she help write a paper? Make the dread deadline bend? Eight pages by morning On a book I'd not read: A task which produced Well-deserved jolts of dread. At "Grapes of Wrath" I'd not taken one look, The formulaic response: "CliffsNotes" + movie = book. Through my cinder block walls I heard wailing, sensed tears From orgo-crazed premeds And from poor engineers! When what to my wondering eyes Should appear? A forgotten assignment And with it, new fear; A French oral report Had been overlooked. How could this be? My night was well overbooked. Now Bogan!

OPINION | 01/09/2005