I guess my “secret” isn’t that I feel this intense pressure to be perfect, or that I don’t actually just wake up like this; the real embarrassment here is that I modeled my social behavior off of the main character from a collection of books aimed at tween girls that came out in 2004.
Yes bleary-eyed, sleep deprived Princetonian, you read that title correctly. In this article, I mean, poorly-written introduction, I will make the argument that the second week of classes is undoubtedly more harrowing, life-draining, and all around trash than the first week of the semester. I mean think about it; during the first week, you’re still riding off the high from not really “doing” school for a little over a month, and you might be excited to see your friends again or maybe head over to good-’ol Prospect street. However, by the second week of classes you’re hungover, and back to reading endless amounts of secondary sources. Don’t worry though; you’re not the only one going through it. Here are 10 thoughts every Princeton student has during the second week of the semester:
Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not actually from Princeton. No, it’s worse than that; I’m from the town next door, called Montgomery, which basically claims Princeton as its own even though parts of our town lack that illustrious 609 area code.