I am the seventh person in my family to attend Princeton. The surprise that comes across many faces when they hear this from a black woman cuts down on a bit of my embarrassment. But not nearly all of it. I have benefited from a system that perpetuates tokenism and the myth of American exceptionalism. That’s an embarrassing fact.
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Understanding rejection as a part of the course rather than a roadblock is a helpful mindset to keep at the University. There are so many people who seem to get it all, and it’s easy to internalize that or take it all too personally.
In a recent article published in the “Nassau Weekly,” writer Zartosht Ahlers misses a crucial detail.
Hundreds of female alumni returned to campus this weekend for the three-day “She Roars” conference to celebrate women. This celebration would only have been more rewarding if trailblazing alumni could meet those they blazed the trail for.
Despite reports of bikes and jackets being stolen on campus and the occasional flashing event on the towpath, Princeton feels like the safest place on earth. So safe that laptops and phones are left alone at Frist Campus Center for hours, and 5-foot-2-inch girls like me don’t even think twice about going for a run at night. But should we?
While I have been impressed by the academic advising options, I do acknowledge that some students feel they have not had the experience I have had.
The Princeton University Board Plan Review Committee has been reviewing dining hall options for the past two years, and this week released a memo detailing possible changes for both under and upperclassmen. Although well-intentioned, this proposal seems to place more limitations on students rather than facilitating student’s growth towards making healthy decisions for themselves.
Three quarters of the way through my first year at Princeton, I find myself wondering why this energy doesn’t trickle down into undergraduate life. I don’t want to envy middle-aged men and women trying to recapture the glory years I am living. Instead of waiting until after we graduate to bleed orange and black, Princeton students should try to foster a greater sense of school spirit now.
I’m the friend whose phone is always dead and I can tell you it’s liberating.