The spring semester eXpressions show, "LIVE LOVE DANCE," is a light, fun performance that showcases some of Princeton's best dancing talent.
Reviewing Martin Scorsese's latest documentary, "Shine a Light," was a slightly bizarre experience.
According to the Princeton University 2007-08 Student Employment Handbook, more than 2,300 undergraduate students held on-campus jobs during the 2006-07 school year.
At times, to students at Princeton the term Orange Bubble can be all too literal. While on campus, many students lose sight of issues outside the University community.
Most of the time, Princeton students are grateful to be in class and not yet working full-time. But as you're pulling an all-nighter, you naturally wish you could be doing something else.
Unstructured time is a rarity at Princeton. How often do average students find themselves with uninterrupted hours of freedom - endless vistas of time devoid of class, work or socializing - stretching out lazily in front of them?
Inside the Witherspoon Street apartment of juniors Alison Murphy, Kelli Grobe, Annie Haslam, Sasha Sadrai, Liz Williams and Laura Adams are three pictures that commemorate the girls' unfortunate distinction of having had the last draw time for upperclassmen in 2007.
Since a large part of Shakespeare's life is unknown, it is only natural that his readers, or audience, will fantasize about the story of the man behind the plays.
Gnarls Barkley's 2005 smash "St. Elsewhere" was an occasionally brilliant but mostly frustrating album.
"Superhero Movie," currently playing at Princeton Market Fair, belongs to one of the most hit-or-miss genres around: the spoof movie.
I grew up on a farm on a road called Tannery Loop, which ran along the Union River in Amherst, Maine.
Nostalgia? I like the sound of the word but disapprove of the idea. Euphonically, the term evokes wide valleys meshing plains of green and yellow spots, all covered by dew as if behind a veil.
When asked to write about something I felt nostalgic for, I initially thought of the range of my childhood outfits: poofy pink princess dresses, bright yellow raincoats, green velvet pants - ok, that last one may have been exclusive to my childhood - and other horrible fashion faux pas that I used to think were the epitome of cool.
Having been born in Princeton and gone K through eight in 185 Nassau, I suppose I have enough potential nostalgia to fill the Wilson School pool.
I'm nostalgic for batting practice. Not my own (so much). I mean the Chicago Cubs' batting practice.
I used to pretend that I was Belle from Disney's "Beauty and the Beast." I thought she was the most breathtaking woman in the world, and I would wander around my house with a basket in one hand and a book in the other, mimicking her to the best of my ability, singing in my high little voice about the provincial life I led.
The first thing to know about nostalgia is that it has a much snappier product line these days. Long ago you were nostalgic for things that you could no longer have.
