From the ground, the scene at the Democratic National Convention in Denver reminded me a little of Dennis Kucinich at a forum for presidential hopefuls: The attendees desperately wanted to get noticed.
My eyes were bloodshot from staring at a computer screen eight inches from my face. My wrists were sore and swollen, the first stages of early-onset carpal tunnel syndrome, from typing 10,000 words.
I returned to my room a week ago Monday to find a few flyers shoved under my door. Expecting the usual advertisements for upcoming events and maybe a take-out menu or two, I was surprised to find a small pink slip of paper.
It started one December morning freshman year. I was eating breakfast in the Forbes Dining Hall, and it was one of the first times I read The New York Times.
In the last month, how many of you have read four books or more for your own pleasure?" I asked the students in my NES 201: Introduction to the Middle East precept.
USG referendum author asks: Is the administration committed to student input?Regarding ?Putting Humpty Dumpty together again,' (Monday, May 5, 2008):
I have tried to avoid writing columns complaining about things at this university. I live in Wilson College.
In the coming days, members of the University community will be finding ways to celebrate the end of the academic year, be it at an eating club, a restaurant, a bar or a dorm room.
Dean's Date is over. Woohoo. Now all I have to do is get through two more finals, and I'm home free.
Over the past several years, we have seen the sexualization of gender expectations in both pop culture and academia.
When you live in a city as large and overpopulated as Cairo, as I have this past semester, you see signs of poverty everywhere.
Last spring, the USG's Committee on Background and Opportunity (COMBO) did a survey to measure the impact of students' socioeconomic backgrounds on their experiences at Princeton.
Time: 2 a.m. Status: 17 pages to go, four in French. Location: Forbes kitchen. It's a faceoff. The unwashed coffee thermos stares up at me from the bottom of the sink.
I have heard it said that people at Princeton don't make friends; we make connections. This is a harsh mischaracterization.
Facts may be stubborn things, but opinions are more stubborn still. This is especially true of personal judgments.
The University's plan to distribute diplomas in the residential colleges this year reflects the importance it attaches to the communities that students and staff form in these colleges.
