I would love to ramble on about a million and one different Princeton perks and privileges: the food, the dorms, the people, the clubs, the culture and maybe even the classes.
I was once one of those high school kids you scornfully look at on Nassau Street. That's the easiest way to put it.As one of more than 100 Princetonian Princetonians, I came into freshman year thinking I knew exactly what to expect.
I still remember paying my first visit to Princeton as an admitted student and finding myself at Blair Arch after 1 a.m., looking desperately for the beautifully Gothic Henry Hall, lost in the sea of other beautifully Gothic halls.
Do you remember? The time you slipped on an eating club floor, got locked out of your room or fell asleep in precept.
I was about to throw up. Again. Less than a day after my parents had dropped me off at Princeton - 24 hours into my new life as a strong, independent woman - I was already headed to the emergency room.
It's pouring. My strategically blow-dried hair is plastered to my face, and water is literally dripping from my T-shirt.
Dear Sexpert, When I was at the street last Thursday, I met this girl. We spent most of the night just talking, and I really like her.
Three years ago, Ne-Yo was an absolute nobody; just another teen pop singer in a market overflowing with them.
Cindy Michalak '09 flips haphazardly through a fashion magazine and stops at an image of a recumbent model in a miniskirt.
Author Chuck Palahniuk has such a knack for uncovering the darkest corners of the American psyche that he has been dubbed "the torchbearer of the nihilistic generation." Nearly a decade ago Hollywood recognized his profane talent and brought his cult classic "Fight Club" to the screen.
For me, TV is about entertainment and escape. It's a great way to unwind after a day of classes, meetings and homework.
It may be hard to remember now, but once upon a time, Metallica was pretty cool. Its first three albums alone - "Kill Em All," "Ride the Lightning" and "Master of Puppets" - remain untouchable classics to this day, all very influential and very, very loud.
Everyone looks for something different in a TV show. Some people want non-stop, edge-of-your-seat action a la "Prison Break." Others want slapstick comfort comedy like "How I Met Your Mother." Another set of TV viewers crave the witty dialogue and trenchant satire served up nightly by Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert.
Dear Sexpert, I have chosen to abstain from sexual intercourse until marriage, but this doesn't mean that I'm not interested in having a relationship on campus or in pursuing other types of sexual activities.
I really shouldn't like "Californication." In the pilot episode, Hank Moody (David Duchovny '82) walks into a Catholic church, tosses his cigarette into the holy water at the entrance, walks to the large crucifix hanging behind the altar and starts his confession of sorts: "Hey big guy.
The moment in Michael Mann's crime epic "heat" when Al Pacino and Robert De Niro share the screen for the first time in their long careers is nothing short of electric.
For years, it seems TV writers have simply followed the model of "Seinfeld" when developing new comedies.
