By LUC COHEN Editor-in-Chief Since publishing the letter to the editor written by Susan Patton ’77 on Friday, we have received a high volume of feedback, including a response letter written by Director of the Program in Gender and Sexuality Studies Jill Dolan.
BY NATHAN MATHABANE Associate Editor for Opinion Emeritus
BY ANTHONY GRAFTON Faculty Columnist It’s the end of March, and this year, as usual, professors are sleepless in New Jersey.
As of Thursday, 1,931 Princeton applicants received their acceptance letters and can officially be called “prefrosh.” The tables have turned, as the University must now convince these prefrosh to choose Princeton.
History is being made. I would say you would have to be living in a bubble to not know about the Supreme Court?s examinations of Prop.
It?s the end of March, and this year, as usual, professors are sleepless in New Jersey. Every morning for the last couple of weeks, I have risen from my comfortable bed at an even more ungodly hour than usual, padded to the kitchen in search of caffeine and then plunked myself in front of the computer to see what my seniors have sent me. Most days, the catch is plentiful: One or more long chapters, packed with material, appear, attached to an email sent between 4 and 6 a.m.
As of Thursday, 1,931 Princeton applicants received their acceptance letters and can officially be called ?prefrosh.? The tables have turned, as the University must now convince these prefrosh to choose Princeton.
BY JILL DOLAN Director, Program in Gender and Sexuality Studies Annan Professor in English Professor, Theatre Program Susan Patton is, of course, entitled to her opinion and to her priorities.
Forget about having it all, or not having it all, leaning in or leaning out ? here?s what you really need to know that nobody is telling you.For years (decades, really) we have been bombarded with advice on professional advancement, breaking through that glass ceiling and achieving work-life balance.
Two weeks ago, I was sprawled over a horribly uncomfortable black chair in some terminal of Newark Liberty International Airport, ignoring the malevolent glances of travelers stepping over my legs and waiting for the harassed United Airlines desk attendant to tell me just how delayed my flight was going to be.
Over the past few years, the Wilson School has undergone dramatic changes in its undergraduate program.
For my whole life, I thought I was going to go to college and become a hippie. I was going to have dreads and a nose piercing and walk around barefoot in a long rainbow skirt, writing my poetry in sun-soaked rooms. Instead, I came to Princeton. I?m not complaining.
Like many freshmen, I am struggling to decide what I should major in, but it?s not because I can?t choose between a ?practical? major and a major that I love.
When it comes to Christianity and sex, the assumption is often that Christians don?t want to have any fun at all.
If there’s one thing I’m asked more frequently than where I’m from, it’s whether or not I’m going to stay in the United States after I graduate.
As visits for admitted prospective graduate students roll around this year, current students rally to convince prospective ones that, despite its isolation, life in Princeton really does have its benefits.
News of the Newtown tragedy united America in grief. My mother was in a state of disarray for days; our commander-in-chief broke down in front of the nation, not so much as a president, but as a father.
As visits for admitted prospective graduate students roll around this year, current students rally to convince prospective ones that, despite its isolation, life in Princeton really does have its benefits.
About a month ago, I opened an email asking me, ?What would you do with ten thousand dollars?? It wasn?t spam from Groupon or some Nigeria prince asking for a ticket to the states; it was our University Student Government telling me I could win ten thousand dollars if I went to a basketball game dressed up with school spirit and got picked to take a half court shot and made it.
Have you ever felt guilty when, after several hours at a party, you wished you were spending the time watching a movie or reading a book?
