Students can take one big, collective sigh of relief. The initial storm of the grade inflation debate has passed and it appears that the University will not, after all, rush headfirst into a sweeping inditement of its current grading system.
With the amount people who move around these days, it's easy to lose touch with your childhood friends.
A sunset never breaks while you watch it. It's like time passing; it can only be captured in frames, sudden realizations.
A fenced-off enclosure guarded by intricately carved doorways, ornate passage-wood speaking of the sacred.
Sometimes I'm not so sure about this whole Internet thing. There are days when email and the Web are the greatest invention since sliced bread.
One evening at dinner the inevitable room-draw discussion came up. I listened to my friends speak of nothing but the drawbacks of their various living options next year.
There is a possibility of war in the Balkans. The Serbs, the dominant ethnic group in Yugoslavia, are repressing another ethnic group seeking independence.
On revitalization of school spiritThree years ago if you had told me I would be arriving at Princeton basketball games an hour early just to get a seat, I would have said, "No way." Well, I did.
I've heard a lot of talk in the last few weeks about Professor Toni Morrison what with all the commotion about Oprah's secret visit, the release of her new book "Paradise" and the filming of "Beloved." Though we may hold these truths to be self-evident, there is an underlying cynicism surrounding Toni-mania based in nothing but jealousy and gossip.Let's examine . . . Has Toni Morrison ever claimed to be the Pope?
On defense of 'vanity' publishingI was mildly amused by Mr. Kailing's crabby missive of March 11, wherein he suggested that I used a "vanity press" to purchase bragging rights.
Even though I loved the movie Titanic, I will not waste space in the 'Prince' by defending its merits because whether you liked it or not, my 500-word column is surely not going to sway your opinion.
If Princeton fans in the Hartford Civic Center think they smell a waft of mothballs tonight amidst the pleasant odors of popcorn and hot dogs, they are probably not mistaken.
It's March, and like many seniors, I'm wondering what on earth I'll be doing next year. For those of us who have spent four years parrying questions like "What do you plan to do with a degree in X?", admitting that we still don't know what we'll do when we grow up has become acutely embarrassing.
Not too long ago, I attended my first Princeton basketball game. It was the Friday the 13th serial killing of Brown.
Last fall, the Princeton community learned that plans were underway for a Student Center in the heart of campus, a commons much like those in other colleges where students could buy food, study, check email and real mail, and generally hang out.
On money-influenced publishingI was rather astounded to see the prominent front-page article on John F.
I could never go independent; I would starve to death ? or end up eating Cheerios for dinner every night.Such utterances are commonly heard among sophomores and juniors as they toss out independence as a future eating option.
It has been a wild ride lately for local skateboarders. First, with the installation of the Blair Arch railings, they enjoyed the thrills of a veritable amusement park ride.
There are 2,000 athletes at Princeton, on 38 varsity and 34 club sports. The vast majority of them are very much qualified to be here.
Chinese, Japanese, Greek, Italian, French, Mexican, American, Mexican-American. You name a cuisine, we've got a place that serves it.
