Well, it's just about over. Ah, midterm week, the toughest week of the school year so far. Not because the workload is ridiculous or the stress level is high, but because we're all so sick of hearing each other say, "Oh my god I have so much work and I haven't slept in three days and I have a midterm in 10 minutes and seriously guys Princeton is so hard." But the reason we all gripe is to keep our minds from the thought that an even more difficult and stressful week is coming up.
In this edition of PrinceCast, Associate Editor for Opinion Barry Caro '09 and Columnists Cindy Hong '09 and Adam Bradlow '11 discuss canvassing for Obama in Virginia and Pennsylvania, best Halloween costume and townies at lectures.
After suffering through midterm week, some students may regret not learning more about their classes before enrolling.
In perusing Princeton's excellent new feminist blog Equal Writes, I came across a post that linked to a fascinating video.It is a 30-second public service announcement from the government of Queensland, Australia, where, one of the blog's contributors writes, there is a significant underage binge-drinking problem.
Last Wednesday was Love Your Body Day. To celebrate the day and to raise awareness of the disordered way Princeton students talk, often unconsciously, about food and about our bodies, Princeton's Eating Concerns Advisers (ECAs) ran a poster campaign titled "Overheard at Princeton."We asked our members to keep their ears pricked around campus and write down eating-disordered "verbatims" whenever they heard them.
Two weeks ago, sociology professor Scott Lynch published a column criticizing the Committee on Background and Opportunity (COMBO) survey for flaws in its selection of respondents.
The U.N. shouldn't have to be a take-it-or-leave-it propositionRegarding "Bolton: U.N.
Two weeks ago, the doting masses, AKA the parents of the Class of 2012, arrived on campus. This meant many things, both good and bad, for those whose families made the trek.
During midterms week, many popular study spaces like Frist Campus Center and Firestone are crowded with students finishing up papers and cramming for exams.
Sometimes it feels like Princeton accepts a bunch of supposedly incredible students just to spend four years showing us how stupid, worthless and untalented we really are.
Last week I won a book in a raffle at one of Rockefeller College's events. The book, "The Reluctant Fundamentalist" by Mohsin Hamid '93, follows the path of a Princetonian who joins the world of high finance after graduating near the top of his class.
On Oct. 10, the Korean American Students Association screened a documentary on homeless North Korean orphans, which powerfully portrayed various unimaginable horrors caused by poverty.
The goal of the University's financial aid policy should be to provide equality of opportunity for all Princeton students.
Paul Theroux once said that Bombay smells of money; he said it all. It's a city where an evening party is considered a prime opportunity to boast about your hushed-up close relationship to one of the richest families in India, albeit through your aunt's second cousin's nephew's best friend (but you didn't hear it from me). It's considered normal for a Bombay kid to have a "Contacts" list on his cell phone that includes his driver's cell phone number, at least 15 numbers of important people that he never speaks to and his friend's driver's cell phone number.
If all goes according to plan, you're reading this at nearly the maximum stress point of the semester: the beginning of midterm week.