For many Princetonians like myself, returning home for Thanksgiving is not an option, whether it be due to the distance, the inconvenience or other conflicts in our lives.
Somewhere among the giggles, the glitches and Grandma’s guidance, as I tried to recreate tradition under restrictions, I think I might have crafted a new one.
With a theme like “Apocalypse,” one would expect Hunger Games-esque, zombie-inspired pieces or creative use of aliens, explosions or flames.
What I thought had been a smooth transition into my busy new college life had actually been an attempt on my part to avoid the uncomfortable sentiment that I was actually homesick.
I cannot remember exactly when we crossed the line from “people who live together” to “friends,” but I know it started when we felt comfortable being our normal selves in front of each other.
The terms of our relationship made it difficult to think about moving it over into the real world, into sober kisses and the vulnerability of reality.
It was a beautiful day for a win: crisp, bright and warm enough for those die-hard shirtless fans.
Insofar as my self-discovery in college is going, I know I need to be kept up to date with Blair and Serena’s antics.
The Program in Theatre's elaborate production often entertains but never fully satisfies.
As we passed a BMW parked by the valet stand, I was immediately struck by its understated elegance. It was a feeling that would remain with me for the rest of the meal.
Despite my awkward peering into the windows before I entered, the maitre d' greeted us with a warm smile and treated us college kids like normal folk. Imagine that!
Maybe up in New Jersey, I feared, the Episcopalians stayed with each other and the Hindus did, too.
1) Show up naked.2) Bring effigies of your enemies.3) Try to light a cigar in the flames.4) Challenge the Fire Marshals to a duel.
Each failed communication attempt or cut-off conversation made it harder for me to focus on what we had that was good.
PUP's "Nine" features some of the best singing and dancing recently seen on the Princeton stage — and quite a bit of thigh.
It’s only because the marvelous town of Princeton is so safe that the University can afford to send us such highly descriptive emails about each robbery, closed road, wild animal above 3 feet tall and wild animal below 3 feet tall.