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.
There were once two girls who grew up in New Jersey. They attended the same school, shared most of their friends, and were remarkably dedicated band geeks.
As we enter the beginning of the academic year, one fourth of the University community is looking forward towards graduating and piercing the confines of the bubble that has shaped their lives for three years, while another fourth looks to enter the boundaries of Princeton.
One of orientation's main functions is to acquaint freshmen with the realities of Princeton's social scene.
When four airplanes were hijacked and steered into the twin towers, the Pentagon and the Pennsylvania countryside, the United States of America saw the first overt military action on its own shores since Pearl Harbor.
Well, it's that time again. Welcome freshman! Welcome back everyone else! Whether or not we wanted summer to end, it has, and now it's back to Princeton.
He didn't do it. There is no good evidence that Saddam Hussein had anything whatsoever to do with the attacks of two years ago.
A year ago today, I found myself at Ground Zero at 8:45 a.m. My friends and I had driven into New York City at the start of our sophomore year at Princeton.
I swore this year would never come. I'll admit, at the beginning of freshman year, things were scary.
The herds have arrived. They move in unison, from Wilson to Richardson. Butler to the U-Store. Forbes to Frist.
For many, "back to school" means a return to routine. Classes, books, papers and problem sets will soon erase the fading wisps of summer freedom.
The first few days of a campus paper's fall operation can be a frantic time for reader and writer alike.
My suite is packed with stereotypes. Then again, seven college female twenty-somethings with backgrounds as comfortable as D.C., exotic as China and backwards as Alabama rewriting the college experience allow for a fair amount of material.Together we're vocal, democratic, religious, athletic, conservative, quiet, studious, artistic, prox-biting, creative, and relatively insane.
