In high school, Friday was a special day for me. Not because I was pumped up to play in that night's basketball game.
The Bush-Cheney campaign keeps labeling John Kerry a "flip-flopper," but if a change of opinion on Iraq shows indecision, then they should also accuse the American people of being flip-floppers.
Every semester we pay an inordinate amount of money for our textbooks, and every semester we fork over an equally ridiculous quantity of dough for those photocopies bound in heinously bright paper known as Pequod packets.One would think that after standing in line for what seems like hours to look up the codes of the packets I need, filling out packet slips and finally cringing as I pay for the silly readers, I would fill the mindless time wondering what Pequod means.
I was on a business trip with a Princeton classmate in South Florida a few days before Hurricane Ivan struck.
Each summer my family ventures out into some remote corner of the earth in search of adventure, exposure and togetherness.
In the throes of election fever, many consider the politically ignorant ? confused by the details, swayed by the insignificant, and informed by Jon Stewart ? to be deplorable.
The data supporting the prevailing consensus that John Kerry won last Thursday's debate seem clear enough.
Today, America dominates and will continue to dominate world affairs. It is strong, but it cannot and should not go it alone.
Regarding 'Death of the Princeton Renaissance Man' (David Schaengold, Sept.
This election is unlike any other in recent American history as national security and foreign policy are at the forefront of political discussion.
I'm not sure how long ago they installed the hand sanitizer dispensers in Frist, but I only noticed them last week.
Of all the unflattering representations of Princeton life, it would be hard to rival walking into our fitness center and seeing a student, busily climbing the Stairmaster, while earnestly trying to highlight an economics textbook.
To be honest, I don't think I knew who won Thursday's debate until the media told me this weekend.
My iPod's name is Bessie. She wears a bright orange cover and in-ear headphones from Apple, and engraved on her back in neat little letters is the sentence, "Extraordinary how potent music is."There's a term for people like me.
Regarding 'Freshmen find their place in the aftermath of auditions' (Sept. 30):Congratulations to everyone who was accepted into one of Princeton's campus groups or classes in the past few weeks.
As the first presidential "debate" approached last Thursday, I was annoyed at myself for anticipating it as though it were a matter of real as opposed to contrived significance.
Waiting for me in my inbox when I got home from class was a copy of Nick Kristof's column in The New York Times.
Regarding 'Real question is why the academy is so liberal' (Letter, Sept. 30):It's strange that the writer refers to academics as a privileged elite, out of touch with reality, considering the leader of the conservative party is himself a member of the privileged class in America, having attended elite private institutions his entire life and having never to do what the writer calls real world work to make a living.
Yes. I'm one of those.That's my usual line when I begrudgingly acknowledge where I'm from or where I went to high school.
