Eating clubs give alumni a continued sense of belongingRegarding 'Valuing the eating club system' (Thursday, Sept.
Wednesday evening found me sitting in Lahiere's, eating dinner and chatting with two close friends, several Nobel laureates, Princeton professors, President Tilghman and the man we had been waiting half a year to see: Elie Wiesel, the author of "Night," survivor of the Auschwitz and Buchenwald concentration camps, winner of the Nobel Peace Prize, teacher, writer and defender of the oppressed.
Evidence of the progress of learning at Princeton is abundant but also ambiguous. For example I might cite the relationship between the efflorescence of the life sciences and the decline of the wild mushroom omelet.
On Friday, U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice will deliver the keynote address for the Wilson School's 75th anniversary celebration.
It seems obvious that humans need jargon. If you are a mechanic, it does not suffice to ask your assistant for "that thingamajig that makes this part of the engine work again." In fields where great precision of language is necessary, including many academic fields, people argue about suitable definitions for words.
Sundays are relaxing. Some people sleep in, some go to church, others watch football and some frantically scurry to catch up on a week's worth of neglected reading.
Students returning to campus this fall looking for a late-night Snapple or slice of pizza at Frist are in for an unpleasant surprise: From now on, the downstairs gallery will be closing with the last late meal.
In the U.S. News ranking war to which Princeton is only officially indifferent, we nearly always top the list.
University should recognize Washington Monthly rankingsRegarding 'University rankings vary by criteria' (Thursday, Sept.
As a senior, scarily and irreversibly close to my unwanted title of alumnus, I often read the campus life rumblings in the Princeton Alumni Weekly ? a postgraduate publication that keeps the vast network of Princeton grads in tune with events and discussions percolating on campus.
You've probably read dozens of columns and heard quite a few speeches about providing valuable advice to incoming freshmen.
Never again will we get to see the look of profound disappointment on our inebriated classmates' faces as the Frist Food Gallery's portcullis, as if mocking the hungry, slowly closes at 2 a.m.. Never again will we be able to take a 1:47 a.m.
At Monday's faculty meeting, Dean of the College Nancy Weiss Malkiel offered the University community its first glimpse of the results of the grade deflation policy adopted by the faculty in April 2004.
Calling my first few weeks in China a "train wreck" doesn't quite capture the experience.
It is reassuring to see my fellow classmates taking an active role in relief and reconstruction efforts in the Gulf States.
Growing up in the Midwest, I never experienced an actual "Chinatown." While New Yorkers and Californians boasted of bubble tea shops springing up on every street corner and described their weekly feasts of dim sum and lychees, I simply nodded, bewildered.
Last month, the University announced reforms to its tenure process that we as a board believe will have positive effects on our campus.
