According to ancient received wisdom there are three kinds of official untruths: lies, damned lies and statistics.
My summer journey seemed to stop before it even started. The Woodrow Wilson School and Princeton University did not want to fund a trip to such a "dangerous" place, agreeing to do so only a few days before my departure.
Despite the isolated incidents of racial discrimination and hate crimes that occur even today, one would be hard-pressed, especially in the context of college admissions, to point to an overtly racist conspiracy to keep minorities down in society.
For the Supreme Court, the summer was about race. In the humid heat of late June, the justices ruled that affirmative action was constitutional.
Needless to say, America's occupation of Iraq has taken a turn for the worse. Our soldiers continue to be attacked daily, and many Iraqis have gone from supporting our cause to joining the chorus of violent anti-American protests.
Maintaining a narrowly defined Honor Code is tough, but criticalRegarding 'A code we can honor?' (Monday, September 22, 2003):I believe Article V of the Constitution of the Honor System is the relevant section for purposes of understanding the code.I would probably amend the code, by striking "but not limited to" from point 1, and more narrowly define specific conduct in which students pledge not to engage.As to significantly modifying the code because students exhibit a diversity of views as to what constitutes academic honesty . . .Grade inflation has already diminished the impact of exceptional performance on GPAs and class ranking, thus blurring the line between top students and everyone else.
Princeton University has an eating disorder. Unlike bulimia, anorexia or obesity, our sickness is not a function of quantity.
If the person next to you cheated on an exam, would you turn him in? Yes you would ? or at least that's what you had to say, in a signed statement, in order to enroll as a freshman.
Since the overthrow of Saddam Hussein, the U.S. has been facing unprecedented challenges in Iraq, greater than those of the war itself.
Last week, the Bolshoi Theater fired one of Russia's premier ballerinas for being, at 5'6" and 109 pounds, too fat.
It seems that more and more, audience members are abdicating their minds during movies. They sit, they watch, they become offended, and they question how on earth a producer could make such an offensive, scary, it-could-happen-tome film and dare to label it art.
With all the bad news emerging from North Korea over the past year, China's apparent cooperation with Washington to resolve the nuclear standoff has been both positive and even surprising to some.
As the south part of campus undergoes massive bricklaying and earth-pummeling construction, I ask whether or not the University's itch for expansion is good for the school or not.
My last week was made memorable by two experiences. The first was meeting with my twelve freshman advisees to discuss their academic programs.
You could be forgiven for missing an anniversary that slipped by this past weekend: it's been exactly ten years since Yitzhak Rabin and Yasser Arafat, flanked by a beaming Bill Clinton, shook hands on the White House lawn and embarked on what became know as the Oslo peace process.
Life is interesting for we few seniors bold enough ? or perhaps odd enough ? to draw back into a residential college.
The RIAA, the recording industry's trade group, announced last week that it will offer a "clean slate" to anyone who stops sharing, deletes the ill-gotten files, and signs a sworn statement that includes an admission of guilt.
Outrage at the denial of Jie's student visaI believe I speak for the majority of undergraduates when I express my outrage that Wu Jie '07 has been unable to come to Princeton after being denied a student entry visa on the grounds that she might ? despite her claims to the contrary ? attempt to immigrate.
I forgot how much fun it is being a student. I forgot what it was like taking classes from CIA agents and esteemed writers, staying up late with my friends and partying into the waning hours of darkness.
The most common age of a homeless person in this county is seven. When I was seven I was playing coach's pitch baseball, watching Sesame Street and eating three meals a day (assuming my parents could force me to eat breakfast). I certainly was not trying to find a roof for the night or searching for food on the streets.Considering that New Jersey is the richest state (per capita) in the nation, I am proposing that seven-year-olds need not be homeless.
