Why do public school children pledge their allegiance to “one nation under God” every morning despite America’s separation of church and state?
Most of my professors have been women. It’s not a large majority —I have had roughly 8 female professors for every 7 male ones, but that ratio is the highest I’ve heard of among my peers.
If you know me, then you know there are few things in life that make me more uncomfortable than the prospect of singing in public.
It turns out that college students are becoming hermits, particularly freshmen. But seriously, what with only 18 percent spending at least two to three hours per day with friends, their lives have become increasingly hermitic, according to a recent study from the University of California, Los Angeles’s Higher Education Research Institute.
From supporting a gender binary to inconvenient bathroom codes, Princeton’s bathroom system has long been criticized by students.
Choosing to study abroad in Barcelona was one of the best decisions I could have made while at Princeton and for a number of different reasons.
We are members of Princeton’s Class of 1978 who feel it necessary to speak up about sexual assault and rape in response to the undue repeated attention the media has given to the self-proclaimed “Princeton Mom.” We believe we speak for the great majority of Princeton moms and dads, as well as alumni who do not have children, in saying rape in general — and date rape in particular — is inexcusable, rape survivors deserve our help and support and anyone who sexually assaults another person should be prosecuted legally. Unfortunately, the Princeton name continues to be associated with the “Princeton Mom’s” views.
Over Intersession, I did not fly out to Cancun, explore the other side of the Atlantic, or even travel back home to Connecticut.
This week, hundreds of sophomores participated in the annual spring Bicker process at the six selective eating clubs.
Since we, concerned graduate students at Princeton University, published our last opposite editorial on the state of diversity in the Graduate School, there has been another unfortunate change to the administration.
After being on a swim team for all four years of high school, I’ve become accustomed to changing in the presence of teammates, both male and female.
In a column published last month, Newby Parton ’18 described a running joke among his peers that he had considered a microaggression: the “spectacle” that peers made of his pronunciation of “wh.” He admitted to feeling ashamed of telling a friend that he thought so, but he’s technically right.
Something has been brewing inside my head for the past few months, and recently it’s come to a boil.
By the time we arrive on campus freshman fall, we’ve all been told that “the Senior Thesis is a defining aspect of the Princeton experience,” so much so that we just expect it will significantly affect our time here.
This week, we return to the Orange Bubble. Even those who did not leave Princeton over Intersession are returning to the familiar rhythm of problem sets and papers, applications and auditions, of immersion in ideas and academia. Halfway around the world though, another community is making a very different return.
