To the Editor: In response to: "Temporary affinity rooms assigned at Fields Center", published in the Daily Princetonian on January 10, 2016. Full disclosure: I'm a bleeding-heart New York liberal.
With the start of February, many of you may recall that this month is deemed “Black History Month.” This is perhaps one of the more controversial annual observances, especially when compared to others such as Women’s History Month in March or National Hispanic Heritage Month during September and October.
With the start of the new semester, the Daily Princetonian’s 140th managing board officially began its tenure. Since 1867, The Daily Princetonian has been the paper of record on this campus, and without the support from the larger Princeton community we couldn’t have done it for last 139 years.
If you haven’t seen "The Big Short" yet, see it. The movie is based on Michael Lewis’s 2010 book, “The Big Short,” about a handful of players who foresaw the 2007 housing bubble and subsequent crisis (a topic covered extensively in a slew of courses on campus and likely familiar to a decent portion of the student body here). The great mix of emotional storytelling and meaningful questions makes it one of my favorite movies of the past few years.
The walls of The Daily Princetonian newsroom at 48 University Place are lined with books of our community’s shared history.
Sometimes it’s okay to be a contrarian, particularly when it involves pop culture or Canada Goose jackets. Until this year, I didn’t consider my university to be a contrarian.
Following reading and final examination period, the most pressing event for the University’s sophomore class is making the decision of where to dine as upperclassmen.
Nothing further exemplifies the University’s decline in prestige than the recent Class Day speakers, such as Al Gore, Brooke Shields ’87 and Jon Stewart.
The bubonic plague, swine flu, ebola, meng — it never ends. There is always some scourge to hide from, to escape.
There are supposedly a lot of reasons to believe in climate change, but honestly, none of them ever really sold me.
When a friend of mine from Israel traveled to Berlin for vacation, she mailed me a postcard. The cover, a stock photograph of Brandenburg Gate, was pretty, but she uploads her own professional quality photographs to Facebook often.
In the spirit of formulating a New Year's resolution, I’ve been reflecting on how I’ve grown during my Princeton experience and where I want to find myself on graduation day in a few short months.
I have spent more time with needles in my arm than I had anticipated in the basement of Frist Campus Center.
The conventional wisdom that Ivy Leaguers are vacuumed up by finance and consulting firms at the expense of “non-traditional” careers has been so thoroughly discussed by students and pundits that “finance-and-consulting” may as well be a single word.
On Dec. 16, the University offered early action admission to 785 students. Of the 4,229 students who applied, the vast majority were deferred for reconsideration during the regular decision process.
