Each fall, hundreds of students venture over to the career fairs in Dillon Gymnasium, and this year, for the first time, I was among them.
Shortly after New Year’s celebrations ended and the confetti in Times Square settled, something insidious slithered into the news: On the night of Dec.
As it stands, over 60 percent of the University’s undergraduates receive financial aid and the University's no-loan program has been an incredible success over the years.
Around this time last year, an unnatural force stormed The Daily Princetonian website, campus and news networks everywhere.
On Tuesday, Feb. 18, Richard Falk will be delivering the Edward Said Memorial Lecture. Publicity for the lecture lists the English department as one of three cosponsors of the event, along with the Said Memorial Lecture Committee and the Princeton Committee on Palestine.
By Anne Waldron Neumann More and more Princetonians complain about the University moving the Dinky station.
Recently, TheDaily Princetonianreported on the arrest of a University student for the possession of less than 50 grams of marijuana and three Ritalin pills.
By Andrew Hahm In 2012, the Pew Research Center published a report on Asian-American demographic trends, proclaiming that “Asian Americans are the highest-income, best-educated and fastest-growing racial group in the United States.” The report, entitled “The Rise of Asian Americans,” points to an incredible growth in the visibility of the Asian-American community in recent years.
Newspapers fulfill a unique niche in whatever community they serve, whether that is the campus, city, nation or the world at large, as they are one of the few sources providing concise and clear factual information in the time honored objective of traditional journalists.
Senior year brings an amalgam of intense feelings, confusions and apprehensions. It is a year of transition where independent work becomes significantly more serious and the prospect of leaving the academy for the first time is daunting.
In imagining what can only be the dramatic origins of a certain Princeton mantra, I like to think that one day a Princetonian on the cusp of graduation looked up at Blair Arch, its stones basked in a special sort of afternoon sun, and in a fit of nostalgia placed his hand on the shoulder of a passing freshman and warned, “You only get eight semesters here.” The freshman then thought of the very short eight semesters ahead of him and was struck with unease.
Over intersession, I spent three days in the living room of a cozy barn house on a retreat with the Princeton’s Women’s Mentorship Program.
My brother recently sent me a photo of a bathroom stall at his school, the University of California at Berkeley, and over the toilet seat dispenser, someone had attached a sign that read “Stanford diplomas, take one.” Naturally, I was tempted to replicate the idea at Princeton, replacing the school name of Stanford with the name Harvard, of course. Yet at the same time, I questioned the ultimate role that rivalries play in academia.
If I told you I’m on a varsity team, you could probably guess that I spend almost equal amounts of time in class and in practice or that I stress more over big races than big exams.