And when these walls in dust are laid,With reverence and aweAnother throng shall breathe our song,In praise of Old NassauAs soon as I leave Princeton, these centuries-old walls will forget me.Well that’s not strictly true.
At 9:30 Monday morning, an email from President Christopher Eisgruber ’83 reached the Princeton community announcing that the Trustees had come to a decision regarding Woodrow Wilson’s name.
I’m pretty sure libertarians are wrong. Neo-cons too – in fact, I find neoconservative foreign policy downright immoral.
"Weren’t we done with this four years ago?" I thought, glaring at the job application.
I have less than 50 days until my thesis is due, and less than 100 before I graduate. Folks, it’s real.
Two years ago I published a column, “Where are the student activists?,” exploring the decline of protest and activism on a campus whose very architecture and academic calendar were products of the anti-Vietnam War movement.
Last month, the big news in the education world was a report on the future of college admissions, with the aim of turning college stress into meaningful educational experience.
The conventional wisdom that Ivy Leaguers are vacuumed up by finance and consulting firms at the expense of “non-traditional” careers has been so thoroughly discussed by students and pundits that “finance-and-consulting” may as well be a single word.
Compared to the job search my classmates and I face, the sophomore stress over where to eat next year may seem a bit trivial.
The evening after the final football game, the Band gathers in the inner sanctum of Nassau Hall — the cavernous Faculty Room.
