It is common knowledge that college, and especially Princeton, is not a very accurate depiction of the real world.
For many Americans, the 2016 election period, as well as its aftermath, was a very emotionally turbulent affair, casting into doubt everything they thought they knew about themselves, their neighbors, and their country at that time. However, they were not alone on these tenterhooks; the non-American part of the world waited with interest, and for many families, their main source of information was the relatives they had in the U.S., who were mostly either studying or working, sojourners in a foreign land.
“You gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy.” It was Chance The Rapper who spoke these words on Kanye’s “Ultralight Beam,” and it seems now more than ever, with the recent announcement of the list of Grammy nominations for the upcoming awards ceremony in February, Chance’s rhymes prove relevant. We associate the Grammy with annual excellence in music, the quality selection of a given year’s releases, the best of the best in terms of music.
On Friday, December 9, political scientist, prominent libertarian, and American Enterprise Institute W.H. Brady Scholar Charles Murray visited the University to lecture on global basic income as part of the Future of Capitalism talk series sponsored by the PIIRS Comparative Political Economy Research Initiative.
I’m not going to lie: The only thing that got me through the week before break was the knowledge that we were close to break.
Last month, the news broke that an imprint of Simon and Schuster had inked a publishing deal for Milo Yiannopolus’s autobiography, Dangerous. He’s an editor of Breitbart News, a conservative news site that has been condemned for publishing anti-Semitic, racist, and misogynistic articles.
Today my newsfeed on Facebook contained three Buzzfeed lists, four Joe Biden memes, and a slew of news based editorials dressed up with superlative click-bait titles and dubious factual content.
Holding back my yawns upon the cold New Jersey beach, I watched as the first sunlight of 2017 turned the gray waters of the Atlantic a fiery red.
My condolences to the family and friends of Wonshik Shin ’19, whom I met through Community Action during his freshman year.
Mannaseo bangawoyo. The only phrase I know, the only thing I’ll ever be able to say somewhat-authentically in Korean.
My mother, Class of 1984, told me that in her day Princeton was a largely apolitical place. I graduated with the Class of 2016, but during my four years here, I didn’t think that was true.
Nationwide, the risk of an undergraduate women experiencing sexual assault decreases from her freshman to senior year, with freshmen being about 50 percent more likely than seniors to experience such conduct.
You can chase me, but you cannot catch me; I am always running Rustling through the trees, looking into the leaves, I find my mirrors; they reflect my changing seasons I enter indoors, and on your wrists and walls, I hear it — tick, tick, tick — this ticking is my tempo With rhythm in my core, I rush out the door, and I see you — an internal clock, a walking hourglass In you, every grain of sand is a magical clay with which you can create Yet you let it flee, you’re killing me, as you procrastinate I may be eternal but you are not While you wrinkle and gray, I am born everyday I rise with the sun, and sink with the moon I am life’s rhythm, giving you a shout I am Time And I’m running out When we read this riddle and realize that time is running out, we become stressed.
I am against the sanctuary campus movement. My opinion is not bigoted; I believe that Princeton should be a safe haven for all students to receive an education regardless of their immigration status.
On a mild night this past September, I remember watching stars as they pierced through the retreating clouds.
This holiday season, I’m reminded of how lively campus becomes, and how various festive celebrations and traditions will take place in the next couple of weeks.
