It's hard these days to walk across campus without encountering impeccably groomed seniors, wearing their Sunday best and fixed expressions of concentration.
Running innocently on an elliptical machine in Dillon, my attention broke momentarily from a surprisingly engrossing soap opera to find the girl next to me staring at the flashing numbers on my machine.
Not another codeThe 'Prince' rightfully acknowledged ("Nurturing campus diversity," Oct.
This summer I discovered an unexpected passion for the macho, criminal bloodfest otherwise known as the "Godfather" series.
As Chief Medical Officer of Princeton University, I am pleased that Fernando Delgado chose to shed light on a mental health issue that concerns us all deeply here, that of suicidality in the college aged population.
I wish I weren't here. By here, I mean Princeton University.It's not that I hate the place.
Not another codeIf the proposed "social honor code" is anything like the academic honor code, it is an extremely bad idea.The honor code is not just a statement of support for academic integrity.
"My Summer Vacation." Like clockwork year after year I can remember the elementary school teachers giving this assignment, as we, their little charges, returned from months of mental sloth and academic apathy.
The standard reaction to the word "Africa" in the West is a sense of overwhelming frustration.
Several campus groups have recently proposed that the University issue a statement of support for minorities, or consider asking freshmen to sign a pledge of support for diversity.
Some nights ago I was playing chess with a suicidal man. Hurricane Isabel had turned out largely disappointing for most of the campus, but I certainly felt like I was in the eye of a storm.
I consider myself a pretty easygoing guy; there are precious few things in life I really dislike.
If F. Scott Fitzgerald's novel 'This Side of Paradise' captured life at Princeton at the outset of the twentieth century, then Princeton may have as astute, if less literary a chronicler at the dawn of the twenty-first century in David Brooks.
According to this week's report on women in the sciences and engineering at Princeton, female faculty in these fields are among students' favorite thesis and JP advisors.
I can't open my mailbox. For years I've thought myself to be a moderately intelligent, fairly observant and at least mostly commonsensical girl who could handle the basics.
Even in a week that featured the twin excitements of lecturing on Boethius and a campus visit by Hamid Karzi, two of my more memorable events were athletic in nature.
Sunday, I attended former diplomat John Kiesling's talk to the Princeton Middle East Society. The talk was certainly interesting, albeit sensational.
320,000 words. Yes, 320,000 words. That's the number of words which I am supposed to read for just this week, and I'm not an English major, nor a history major, I'm a politics major.
Edward W. Said '57, who died last week after a long fight against leukemia, was one of Princeton's most extraordinary graduates.
Vincent Humbert went driving in France in late September of the year 2000. I doubt he expected to wake up in a cage nine months later ? the time and space in between as dark and mislaid as all time to follow.He was struck in an auto accident at the age of 19 and left unable to move, unable to speak, and unable to see ? but able to remember who he used to be.
