Ever since its inception in 1883, the Honor Code has been distinguished by a single simple fact: It is completely student operated.
Back from Spring Break and here we seniors are, many of us with about two weeks to go until we hand in our magnum opus, the thesis.
Inspired by Barbara Ann Kipfer's "14,000 Things To Be Happy About:"A wall covered with books in a professor's office; professors who quote Madonna; arches; people walking to the Street in formal wear; way too much orange and black in one place; music wafting out an open window; squirrels everywhere; armfuls of library books; people at lectures they don't have to go to; new book smell; old book smell; professors who can make anything interesting; creative procrastination; ranting columnists; Insta-hots; renovated dorms; protestors who know the facts; Dylan in Dillon; lectures free and open to the public; study breaks; getting to study breaks within five minutes; newspapers slipped under your door in the morning; wine tastings; pub nights; scanner gates at library entrances; people who know stuff about computers; "the Princeton experience;" U-CALL; no one asking for your number because of U-CALL; Quipfire!; inconsistent room-numbering conventions; the Haven; walls covered with posters; future supreme court justices; pajamas at brunch in the dining hall; Forbes; Vanilla Ice on campus; van driver training; famous professors; non-famous professors who should be; cluster computers; covertly surfing while printing; movie nights with friends; "gangsta' registrar;" passport to the arts tickets you don't have time to use; columnists' hometowns; the dinky; reading old yearbooks upstairs at formals; passing a campus tour on your way to class; the bus to Rent; someone writing a song about you; Isabella; Medieval Times; suitcases rolling across campus in concert at the beginning of break; bunnies frolicking in prospect gardens; "Saint A's...premed...p/d/f...late meal...he had it comin'!;" the Wa of course; Lindt free samples; thrift store couches; the little door on the side of the chapel that sits in the middle of the wall and doesn't do anything or go anywhere except look out onto McCosh courtyard; fireplaces that don't do anything; recognizing the Wa workers; watching people run in their papers on dean's date; injuring yourself running in papers on dean's date; sitting on the battlefield at night; running through the Institute woods; playing on big piles of dirt on construction sites; having a construction worker give you a free board that you make into a shelf on your desk that you keep for three years; making four-course meals with an Insta-hot; coming down to the dryer and finding someone has folded your laundry; parents who want you to meet somebody in the laundry room; looking at big cool maps in the rare books collection; rolling those C-floor shelves around; bathrooms that get cleaned for you; facebooks; facebook games; little old professors with bowties; gargoyles; gargoyles in the shape of football players; people's class years listed after their names; an unconventionally painted automobile; professors who write columns for the Prince; feeling better after staying up until 6 a.m.; protecting a $10 coffee table; friends who send you email to cheer you up; ethernet ports in convenient locations; professors who teach "The Matrix;" late meals; emails saying you have a package; Sir Hawthorne the Hound; newspapers attempting to portray the Ivy League; professors missing lecture because they're needed in Washington; talking about bioethics one minute and soap operas the next; making pdf files with LaTeX; machine shop classes; a T-shirt with a Decepticon symbol; renewing library books online; the secret entrance to McCosh Hall; perspective"s" on Iraq outside the Frist cafe; printing double-sided; random acts of kindness; columns ranting about random acts of kindness; arch sings; doing the reading; not doing the reading; the mace bearer; class movie nights at the Garden Theater; drunken 4 a.m.
I found out about the war in LaGuardia Airport, standing in a crowd of New Yorkers who lived and worked near the Twin Towers, all wary of boarding an airplane on the day America declared war on Iraq.
On April 1st, the Whig-Cliosophic Society will host a speech by Rev. Pat Robertson. While the society recognizes that the Reverend's speech might include his trademark invectives against homosexuals and non-Christians, they justify the invitation on the grounds of free speech and request that we filter out any offensive comments he might make.The value of free speech on a college campus is obvious.
Protests could be betterThough American ground troops have crossed the Kuwait-Iraq border and American-led air forces have embarked on an unprecedented campaign to unseat Saddam Hussein and disarm the Iraqi regime, that is no reason for protesters to sit on the sidelines and wait out the war.The number of Americans who are against the war is not negligible.
A single grim subject occupies my mind; but my unimportant opinions about events in Iraq would amount to no more than another teardrop in the bucket, or rather sea of troubles on which our lumbering ship of state is now tossed.
At the risk of sounding hysterical, I want to share a worry I've been harboring for the past couple of years: The world may be coming to an end.
Spring break is here, and finally! The scuffed boots, the scratchy scarf and the down-to-the-ankles trench coat (not creepy, warm) are in the closet for good.
Yesterday afternoon, as most of us wrapped up a hectic week of midterms, we found early morning sunshine deteriorated into a cold, grim rain.
March 4 was an important day for me; it marked the last time I will throw myself upon the mercy of Adam Rockman.
Apathy is the only unacceptable attitude regarding war with IraqI'm writing in response to Mike Frazer's column (March 11, 2003) regarding "a selfish call for peace." I am currently spending a semester abroad at Oxford.
As an ex-eating club president, I am tired of being criticized by Borough Police Chief Davall and Mayor Reed.
Pettus Randall's term as USG President is off to a promising start. His early work on alcohol, the athletics moratorium and eating club costs demonstrates a keen focus on the issues that matter most to students.As part of that focus, Randall has informally urged the USG to avoid taking stands on partisan political issues that are not specifically relevant to Princeton.
It is the precept of my African-American studies class. A fellow student has just confessed that he doesn't know how to act around black people.
With the recent events in the Middle East quickly spiraling towards war, many Americans and citizens of other nations have taken to protesting in the name of peace.
Too often when controversial issues come up, or even not so controversial issues, I hear my peers resorting to arguments of, "Well I just believe what I believe, and I think everyone else should do the same.
The Housing Department doesn't want us to be stressed. "I sometimes hear that "Draw" can be a troublesome or stressful experience, even though it REALLY doesn't have to be!" reads this year's letter to undergraduates about 2003 room draw.
It seems we almost did it, once again. The capture of Khalid Sheik Mohhamed unearthed a "treasure trove" of information about the inner workings of al-Qaeda, exposing possible plots and pinpointing the location of high-ranking terrorists.
In the early months of 2002, the nation's capital was teeming with politicians and pundits alike extolling the United States as the arbiter of justice and the emancipator of the repressed.
