For students who’ve either put off the summer job search for far too long, or have been sent back gentle rejection letter after gentle rejection letter, the month before finals was when desperation set in.
Over the past semester, the unsigned editorials featured on this page have discussed issues such as the nascent Eisgruber presidency, Lawnparties as a benefit concert and University insurance coverage of sex-reassignment surgery.
Last Sunday, I arrived at Princeton Junction around 9:30 at night. On the New York platform I recognized someone: a recent alumnus standing with a distinguished-looking couple, whom I took to be his parents.
I woke up to the wails of power tools. Some days, their agonizing, heart-rattling whirring would crescendo, as if the drills were threatening to burst through my wall, through my headboard, into my head.
One afternoon late in August, I got an email about a start-up company that was launching a Princeton branch for their new social media app.
If there’s anything Princeton has more of than free food, tiger puns and black bear warnings, it’s the opportunity for students to study abroad and immerse ourselves in a different culture.
Following a trend started in the world’s major cities, at least 33 U.S. colleges now offer some form of bike-sharing program.
My dad likes to tell the story of the time when, as my soccer coach, he instructed my team to run a lap.
Each summer, one of my best friends from Princeton and I discuss our goals for the upcoming year.
Right now, it seems like the biggest, buzziest business opportunities are coming from the start-up world.
Sophocles once said, “I would prefer even to fail with honor than to win by cheating” — but then again, Sophocles didn’t go to Harvard. A recent survey released by The Harvard Crimson, profiling the incoming freshman class of 2017, found that about 42 percent of incoming freshmen have admitted to cheating on a homework assignment.
This summer, my mom, one of my brothers and I went to see “Jobs.” As we walked home, we talked about visionaries, the impact Steve Jobs had made on our daily lives, the pursuit of the product and the industries he had both created and destroyed.
Reunions can appear like the epitome of Orange Bubble ambivalence and insularity. Thousands of alumni gather for what seems like the sole purpose of partying and reliving their youth, safely enclosed within the Princeton campus. And while Reunions can becriticized for its excess,it doesn’t perpetuate the Bubble as much as it may seem. In a lot of ways, Reunions bursts the Orange Bubble.
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Princetonians tend to be a motivated bunch. A quick glance at our resumes would be enough to convince anyone of that.
Lawnparties is among Princeton?s most beloved traditions. At the beginning and end of every school year, thousands of undergraduates and guests take to Prospect Avenue for a day of music, preppy clothing and community in a truly one-of-a-kind event.
That single line of blue and grey text on my Facebook profile has been bothering me of late. It sits just below the unaccountably past-tense ?Studied at Princeton University? and my ?work information? describing a seemingly ancient summer internship.
