I am done with people calling me an investment banker. It is time for an intervention. Mitchell Hammer’s recent article, “Keep Calm and Conform On,” seems to have this label in mind for me and many of my peers at this University.
Last Thursday evening, I found myself in McCosh 50 for a talk delivered by Ryan Anderson ’04, called “What Is Marriage?” The fact that it was sponsored by the Anscombe Society — a campus group dedicated to promoting traditional marriage roles, family and chastity — gave me a pretty strong inkling of what wouldn’t be included in his definition. The gay marriage debate is ages old at this point.
Several times a week, my inbox is flooded with emails from TigerTracks about new opportunities in consulting, trading and investment banking.
When you join an eating club (if you join an eating club), a weird thing happens: You become the baby again.
Big fish from a little pond comes to Princeton.
Among the difficulties freshmen face when they first arrive at Princeton is meeting Princeton’s high standard for academic writing.
Regarding "PEP supports equality at marriage talk" (Thursday, Oct. 17, 2013) The Anscombe Society would like to thank Regina Wang for her well-balanced piece covering our event last Thursday with Ryan T.
The senior class council wisely saved up its social funds for a series of events called “Pub Nights.” The point of these evenings is to rent out a bar such that it exclusively serves the Princeton senior class, so that anyone from the class can participate.
Last week’s false alarm regarding a reported shooting incident on campus came just months after reports of a bomb on campus during the summer.
I was more than a little daunted when I made the first trek from the West Garage to Forbes on move-in day.
In the wake of the announcement that a committee was being created to review grade deflation, another presidential proposal — that of expanding the undergraduate student body — was largely overshadowed in campus discussion.
By Cameron Langford Columnist Spencer Shen recently argued that SHARE’s new “Unless There’s Consent” program lacked the ability to reduce sexual assault on campus.
Halfway through Frosh Week, as I sat on the chapel steps with a handful of other freshmen meeting our academic adviser for the first time, I was invited to observe.
I don’t really know what I want to do with my life, but I know I want to change the world. Maybe something small, maybe something big, but I want to make a difference — leave my mark. Many of my freshman classmates share these hopes and ambitions with little idea how to achieve them.
Freshman year, after dining hall acquaintances have exhausted standard small talk on the weather —“Winter’s coming” —and last Saturday’s happenings —“You will not believe how late I went to bed” —there is one topic left sure to fill any lulls in conversation.
