So I set the following challenge for myself: attend any religious event that I get personally invited to, provided that I have time — with the caveat that if it’s a recurring event, then I am only obligated to go to the first meeting.
And as the show’s title “Transparent” suggests, the audience is quickly able to see through the dancing onstage to the passion and dedication of the dancers in eXpressions Dance Company that exists underneath all their movement.
Does it sometimes bother me that I’m not “cool”? Of course it does. There are days when I would give anything to be the type of person who fits in at Ivy Club or would rush Kappa Alpha Theta. But thinking with my grown-up brain, I’m pretty happy with myself.
We sit around, mumble, groan, and complain about all the things we need to do — all the things that must get done — instead of actually doing it. I am not trying to attack anyone, but all I am saying is that in the time it takes to go on Snapchat and rant behind a black screen, those readings could have been completed.
For the Princeton students rushing by on their way to brunch, or the tourists hurrying to the cathedral, if there is something to gain from pausing to observe a seemingly miscellaneous group of people carve pumpkins together on a Saturday afternoon, it might just be a tiny bit more faith in human nature.
For many Princeton students, one of the few bright spots of the midterms slog is planning themed Princetoween costumes, events, and decor with friends. While Princeton’s premature Halloween festivities bring together a student body emerging from many days of library hibernation, an offensive theme choice can do just the opposite. Often the University emails a cultural sensitivity reminder at this time of year.
Step 1) Find friends who are as excited as you are (or just encourage friends to partake if you cannot find anyone who can match your enthusiasm). Once you have a crowd, and depending on the size, assign each person a character of a TV show that you all like or at least know a little about.
So, in the ultimate act of journalistic endeavor (and to test the boundaries of human-pumpkin fusion), I hit the Orange Bubble’s favorite even-more-orange fall spots. I began, as one must, with the spiritual home of pumpkin appropriation – Starbucks itself. And, despite the little-known fact that I am in fact a Starbucks member on three continents (and gold on two), this was only my second time of giving into my rapidly developing basic girl stereotype and indulging myself in the “nectar of the gods” (as one friend described it): PSL.
And for you studious freshmen who find yourselves staring at your closet the night before, Miao offers some sound advice: “If you happen to be in a time crunch, I would first resort to Amazon Prime. They now sell all your basic and most out-there costume necessities.”