To the rest of the world, when people "bicker" they are engaged in a mini-quarrel, a squabble, if you will.
Earlier this week, the 'Prince' Editorial Board complained that the University's decision to accept the common application compromises the "essential personality and spirit" of Princeton.I do not doubt that there are special features of a Princeton education that distinguish us from our peer institutions.
Recently I was reading yet another newsflash on the troubled lives of college students.Not one of those drunken-orgying-lifestyle pieces but one that actually resembled a real college environment.
If you will allow me, I would like to bring your imaginations back to early December, 2004. The ground was hard, the wind biting, and activism was in the air.
Every few weeks, members of our University community find new reasons to attack the eating club system.
Janet Dickerson, vice president for campus life, approved a smoking ban in all undergraduate dormitories last week that will take effect next fall.
Common application lacks personalityRegarding 'University should keep its personality as it expands' (Monday, Feb.
This spring, it is one year since I completed that most dreaded of all Princeton rites of passage: the freshman writing seminar.
The administration has been on a roll the past few months. The friendly folks in West College lowered our grades (but don't worry, there's an explanation on the back of our transcripts) and are convinced that we do not know how to pick a major.
Dean of Admission Janet Rapelye announced Tuesday that the University had received a record number of undergraduate applications this year.
I was feeling a little under the weather on Wednesday and actually went home in the afternoon and went to bed.
I'm going to confess a guilty little secret: I enjoy reading the Tory. I'm pro-choice, pro-affirmative action and gay, but there's something about their infuriating little publication that fills a hole in my life.
On Sunday night, as students returned from intersession, sophomores plunged into an age-old tradition: joining an eating club.Though the vast majority of students join a club in the spring of their sophomore year, a number of other Princetonians are unable to join, not for lack of will, but for lack of money.
Senator Harry Reid set the right tone on Wednesday night when he said in the Democratic response to the State of the Union: "When we believe the president is on the right track, we won't let partisan interests get in the way of what's good for our country . . . But when he gets off track, we will be there to hold him accountable."There were several unifying moments during President Bush's speech that all Americans, regardless of party, should applaud.
As the first president to win a majority of the popular vote in 16 years, and presiding over a government now thoroughly in control of the Republican Party, President Bush laid out an ambitious agenda for the remainder of his tenure in office.
As I start the second semester of my junior year, with 29 classes now accounted for and six left for senior year, I do have regrets about how I have handled my Princeton education.When my summer job applications ask me to discuss my transcript and explain my course selection, I can't help but notice that, with the exception of my freshman fall, I never really experimented with classes or explored a subject that was completely foreign to me.While this is slightly disheartening, I am comforted by the fact that the two bolded numbers we are all required to report on resumes, job interviews and law school applications are ultimately more important in these selection processes than my having taken a class in statistics.
Melting snow and fresh notebooks can mean only one thing: spring. While this fact would generally be a cause for celebration and the ceremonial storing of sweaters and burning of Uggs, the arrival of this spring means something quite different: the onslaught of the dreaded thesis.I knew the moment would come when I would finally figure out my thesis topic and stop defining it with words like "exploratory" and "investigatory." I knew it would come even in September, when my advisor lovingly wrote, "You have eight months to create an 80-100 page essay.
