When I was in Spain over Intersession, I hit it off with an aspiring DJ who wore a backwards cap, oversized athletic gear and a heavy gold chain ? a far cry from my typical future academic or doctor who seems either corduroy-obsessed or colorblind.
Many students returned from their vacations this week to be jolted out of denial ? the grade inflation policy is here to stay.As a board, we stand behind the policy's central aim: to create an environment in which professors feel free to give students the grades that they deserve, grades that will give them an honest assessment of their efforts and push them to produce their best work.
This time last year, I wrote a critique of Princeton's bicker system. In my column, I argued that bicker undermines the inherent diversity of our student body and manifests a social environment that is both elitist and close-minded ("Bicker keeps us from accessing Princeton's diverse student body", Feb.
For the first time in over 55 years, commercial planes can fly directly from Taiwan to China and vice versa.
When asked, early in her freshman year, what she missed most about life at home, Becky Quintal '07 couldn't think of her parents or home-cooked food.
Meet the new 'Prince.'Today, The Daily Princetonian makes its official switch to color broadsheet and unveils a redesigned look.
Among the good advice in the Good Book is the following: "Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thou shalt find it after many years." What this means is that kindnesses performed today very often return to your benefit much later.
After learning of Larry Summer's remarks that garnered considerable media attention, I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry.
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.
We stayed up late. We forgot our classes. We skipped the Street ? on Thursdays, at least. We ditched our boyfriends and girlfriends too often.
We're very lucky. Princeton students have the opportunity to learn from some of the world's greatest minds and to be part of a remarkable student body.
I'm out of Polo shirts, and I'm OK.Many of you were visited by Santa Claus or SNL's Hanukkah Harry over break.
Kofi Annan and George W. Bush have at least this much in common: they both spent much of 2004 fighting to keep their jobs.
One night over winter break, a few days after arriving home, I had the privilege of serving as my high school girlfriends' designated driver.
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.
Regarding 'Last night' (Jan. 11):Baby, I love you. When I saw you at T.I. . . . uh . . . Cottage, uh . . .Anyway, baby, I love you.
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.
The recent catastrophe in the Indian Ocean has by now been the subject of so much commentary and conversation that I hesitate to approach it.
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!
We thank those of our critics on other campuses who spoke on the record ("NES dept. faces warring factions," Dec.
