Fall of junior year has come in full swing, and what a big swing it's been.
In the north of campus sits the cavernous Firestone Library: six floors stuffed with books in an impressively iceberg-ish set up
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.
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
Princeton University boasts nearly 300 student organizations, meaning that there is something for everyone.