For the past three years, I’ve kept the same slip of paper pinned to the bulletin board in my dorm room. It reads:
Midterm season is perhaps the most stressful time of the year.
When I first came to Princeton, I was nervous about how I would be able to celebrate Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
While the first year at Princeton, for most, is characterized by exploration (and, understandably, confusion, disorientation and hyperactivity), sophomore year at Princeton revolves around decision.
Most children’s first word is “mama”; mine was “book.” In preschool, as other kids scampered around Toys "R" Us, I devoured the shelves of Barnes & Noble.
I am asked fairly often why on earth I would decide to major in classics, to study civilizations and languages that went extinct centuries ago.
The premise of the 24-hour play festival seems ridiculous at first: Writers giving up their precious sleep to draft an entirely original one-act play between midnight and 8 a.m.; actors willing to
The school year is finally over and that means it's time for students to disperse and do myriad activities for the summer.
Princeton University boasts nearly 300 student organizations, meaning that there is something for everyone.
If you had told me my first year that I would choose to study abroad, I would have thought you were crazy. Why on earth would I want to leave a place like Princeton?