Underscoring cooperation on ProspectWe appreciated your Oct. 17 editorial on the recent New York Times coverage of the eating clubs.
Well, it has been over a month since I've been here at Princeton University, and though this noble campus has revealed many of her secrets to me, there is still some mystery lurking about in her crevices.
Are you an organ donor? Probably not. Even for those of you who checked "yes" on your driver's license or have taken the time to fill out an organ donor card in the case that your organs could be used to save a life, they probably won't be.Every year more than 6,000 Americans die waiting for an organ transplant.
Rethinking the 'glass ceiling'I was highly offended by OWL's vindictive response to what I considered a thoughtful editorial on campus feminism.
I think everyone on campus has lived with my roommate at some point or another. You know the type: dedicated studier, amazingly fun at parties and a room that pains you to walk in.But being messy isn't the problem.
Bus ride reveals students' latent prejudiceLast Thursday my roommate Randy and I boarded the bus for the Mathey College trip to "Carmen" in New York.
On Sunday, Oct. 13, a story titled, "The Halls of Ivy, the Smell of Beer" ran on the cover of The New York Times New Jersey Section.It seems to have struck a few nerves in Princeton.The piece was a sober and comprehensive look at the proposed "alcohol ordinance" and drinking at the University, specifically at the eating clubs.Initial reactions to the piece on campus ranged from embarrassment to outrage that University students were characterized as elitist rule-breakers who are constantly drunk.Most students say what was reported is accurate, albeit taken out of the context of a special event at the Ivy Club.Later Sunday, however, members of the Ivy Club alleged that several passages and quotations in the story stemmed from discussions with an unidentified couple on Sept.
In last Friday's "Prince" there appeared a full-page open letter from the Undergraduate U-Council addressed to President Tilghman and members of the Council of the Princeton University Community.
Last month McKinsey & Company held one of the year's first recruiting meetings and, intentionally or not, became another part of the class of 2003's thoughts about life after Princeton.
Hunter Patch Adams, the subject of a film starring Robin Williams, came to Princeton to give a lecture on Sept.
Student leadership marks history of OWL on campusIn the recent editorial, "Rethinking campus feminism, looking at the first years of OWL," the authors achieve neither aspect of the title.
The Princeton-Oxford program exchanges the best and the brightest America and England have to offer.
President Bush, in his speech last week outlining his position on Iraq, evoked a comparison with John Kennedy's stand against Russia during the Cuban missile crisis.
There is a world of difference between radical evil and sheer stupidity, between a course of action that is immoral and one that is merely, if severely, ill-advised.Saddam Hussein, for example, is an evil man, and his tyrannical rule in Iraq is profoundly immoral.
It seems like only yesterday, freshman year to the Class of '03, when the Outdoor Action program was celebrating its 25th anniversary, surging in popularity and seemingly flush with funding.
Opening mail and filling up on gas. In the Washington D.C. metropolitan area over the last year, these two everyday tasks have taken on a significance far exceeding the everyday.
The Reverend Jerry Falwell once again proved his tactlessness earlier this month by declaring the Muslim Prophet Mohammed a "terrorist" on national television.
Remember when dating used to be fun? Yeah, me neither. Dating for our generation has lost its appeal because it is difficult for dates these days to be casual.
My roommates and I eat a lot of Jello and Diet Coke. I always have a diet coke in my hand. I drink six or seven a day.
I don't know what you were doing in the wee hours of last Saturday morning, but I have to confess that I was watching C-SPAN.
