What a new semester means for The Daily Princetonian.
Now that President Obama has been inaugurated, seven of Princeton?s best minds tell us what they expect and hope for from his administration in the next four years. What Obama means ... ... for global warmingThe most significant change I can expect from the Obama administration in the climate/carbon arena is a renewed respect for science and its value in the policymaking process.
This Thanksgiving, I didn't eat turkey and canned cranberries with my family at home. Instead, I was navigating a city that hopes to become the gateway between East and West.
Here we go again. Due to concerns over the integrity of the first round of voting, the USG has decided that a revote for vice president is necessary. This is the latest chapter in the bitterly disappointing December USG election that has bordered on political satire.
This New Year's, I resolved to be less indifferent. In other words, I resolved to care more - about my family, about my work and even about the scholarly environment here at Princeton University.
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By Carry Baro, columnistThe revolution is here, and it was written in advance.
You probably think the editorial board spends a lot of time writing its decisions, yeah?
Dean's date is tomorrow, and many students will be holed up through the night in libraries and in their rooms to complete their final written assignments.
For a couple of weeks, I was thinking about doing it. It's not something I've ever done, and most columnists graduate without having done it: write a column thanking the administration for going a whole semester without screwing anything up.But two November decrees left me in the familiar role of criticizing the overlords in Nassau Hall.
On Dean's Date eve, we bring back a very timely column from four years ago.
In the aftermath of Sept. 11, 2001, my mother stocked our house with gas masks, anti-anthrax pills, duct tape and water bottles.
I have a confession. No, it's not what you're thinking - I wasn't caught trying to sell a Senate seat, though it sounds like good work if you can get it.
Wednesday my journalism class went on a field trip. In an instant, we reverted to elementary school students as we clumsily followed our teacher through New York, blocking entrances, taking up space on the sidewalk and clinging together in a frightened mass on the subway.
