As the Triangle Club song goes, "New Haven has its murders?, Philadelphia decays and in the town that’s home to Brown,? they smoke away the days.
I have chosen — and it’s sad that this had to be an actual choice — to spend my time as a Princeton student focusing on what I’m actually learning and not on the number of zeroes at the end of my probable starting salary.
With the announcement of rush numbers this week, the Board feels that it is important to discuss the effects of the freshman rush ban.
Every semester, as I browse Course Offerings, I go through a phase where all I do is wince. The large numbers stare back at me from the computer, menacing me.
You could, I suppose, call me exercise-adverse. You won’t, for instance, find me in Dillon Gymnasium for pursuits more athletic than the Frosh Week activities fair.
One of the most terrifying things I’ve had to cope with growing up was being alone. As an only child growing up with a working parent, I always kept to myself at home, picking up various hobbies to keep myself busy until my mother came home.
When I was in elementary school, my class always had these timed multiplication tests — Mad Minutes.
The summer after freshman year, I reconvened with my friends from home to rehash details of the first year out of what would supposedly be the greatest four in our lives.
Saturday morning, my Facebook feed appeared more like a physics problem set than English, as posts mostly consisted of a wide array of Greek letters.
Several times a week, my inbox is flooded with emails from TigerTracks about new opportunities in consulting, trading and investment banking.
Before first arriving on Princeton’s campus last fall, I had subconsciously created a checklist with a million and one expectations for my four years here — meeting amazing people that I’d call friends for life, or discussing Thoreau under an oak tree.
AlcoholEdu has been part of Princeton’s smorgasbord of freshman orientation activities for several years, but this year the Class of 2017 had an additional online course to take before they set foot on campus.
The two words “career fair” shined in a golden light; they were alluring, magical words that carried the promise of internships and job opportunities galore.
Last week, Yale University announced the receipt of a major donation that would help it build two new residential colleges and increase the student body by about 15% to a total of over 6000 undergraduates.
One of the stranger things about how students handle course selection is the avoidance of the pass/D/fail option.