Around the time when sophomores were supposed to begin declaring their majors, I was talking to a female student at dinner about a friend of mine who was seriously considering Classics as his department of choice.
“You look terrible! How much sleep did you get last night?” This is a weird question to entertain for two reasons.
On April 29, the White House Task Force to Protect Students From Sexual Assault released its inaugural report on sexual assault on college campuses.
“So what exactly did you do on your year off?” I always pause before answering this question.
The beginning and end of the academic year bring one of Princeton’s most cherished traditions: the biannual Lawnparties concert.
In an April 14 article from The Atlantic, Katty Kay and Claire Shipman explored the well documented “confidencegap” between men and women.
Editor’s note: The author of this column was granted anonymity due to the intensely personal nature of the events described. I never intended to write an op-ed or share my story of sexual assault.
At dinner parties, family gatherings, and impromptu meetings with old teachers, there are always the standard questions.
The end of the academic year is a beautiful and terrible time. I woke up the other day, dreading the load of work and studying I have to accomplish by May 22.
My oldest brother, Jon, is 41 years old and has Down Syndrome. I’ve never shied away from explaining his condition to strangers.
Every Monday and Wednesday evenings, a handful of other freshmen and I meet for an hour and a half for our writing seminar.
The liberal arts system rests on the principle of academic freedom. For four years, we are encouraged to take classes in fields we have never considered in order to become more well-rounded scholars and human beings.
On April 21, 2014, a powerful op-ed titled “My Lying, Smiling Face” was published anonymously in The Daily Princetonian.
My little sister came to town this past weekend. It was her first time visiting me at Princeton in my four years here, though, as a second semester junior in high school, I suppose it only recently became appropriate for her to spend an extended period of time here.
