Recently, we have been getting regular snowfalls in Princeton. From what I have heard from my Garden-State friends, this much snow is not a very common occurrence. Anytime I see snow falling on campus, I either glue myself to a window or go outside for a walk, hoping the snow will never cease and taking way too many pictures.

The other day, as I was admiring my amazing pictures of the snow, I decided to scroll back a few months to appreciate some of the scenic moments I had captured from last semester. Upon reaching October and November, I immediately found myself entranced by the red, yellow, and orange leaves along Cannon Green. Once I got to August and September, I could not help but feel a sense of nostalgia as I marveled at how green and lively campus was, reminiscing on orientation week and FDOC, or First Day of Class. 

Reflecting on these photos helped me realize a common truth that is too often overlooked: seasons always change. Life is a mosaic of seasons (I know… another “mosaic metaphor” reference): one piece is a season of happiness, another is a season of hardship, another is a season of exploration, and so on and so on. Some pieces seem better than others, but the beauty at the heart of every mosaic is all its different intricacies. If a mosaic was composed of just one piece, then it would not be a mosaic; if we only ever experienced one type of season, we would never gain appreciation for the beautiful mess that is life. We must endure difficult seasons to truly appreciate the goodness that stems from uplifting ones. Likewise, we must remember the goodness of uplifting seasons when we are met with difficult ones, knowing there is always a better day right around the corner. 

Right now, I am sure many of you are in the season of waiting. Waiting to hear back from colleges; waiting to see what the next phase of your life will look like. I was there a year ago, and let me just say, I completely understand how you are feeling. And let me also say, everything is going to be okay. 

Though this season of waiting may feel endless, know that decision day will finally arrive, and soon enough, you will be looking back and wishing time would slow down. No matter the emotions you are currently experiencing or the decision that pops up that day, just know that you are loved, you are important, and that in the end, everything is going to be okay. 

I am sure you are probably thinking, “Of course this boy thinks everything is going to be okay. He got into Princeton!” I know it sounds cliché, but truly, when I tell you everything is going to be okay, I mean it and know it wholeheartedly. 

Life has a funny way of working out. As long as you keep your head up, put one foot in front of the other, remain determined, and have even the smallest amount of faith, you can do more than you ever thought possible. I am rooting for you!

All this to say, as you look outside and see the leaves change, the snow fall, or the earliest sights of spring start to bloom, remember that the seasons of life always change and you are going to be okay. 

As a South Carolinian, I can proudly say I do not have too much experience with the snow. On one or two rare occasions growing up, I was able to make an actual snowman, or one that was as tall as me. Other than that, though, I could count on two hands the number of times I had seen snow before arriving at Princeton. 

When I officially decided to come to Princeton, one of the many reasons backing up my decision was the chance of me regularly seeing snow… real snow. Coming from the South, I had always pictured the Northeast getting inches and inches of snow every single winter, with snowflakes falling around every corner and the aesthetics of all the classic Christmas movies. So, of course, I was beyond excited for the opportunity to experience some amazing snowfalls upon enrolling. 

Before returning from winter break, I heard news that Princeton had just gotten a huge snowfall, admiring pictures of campus’s winter wonderland. Blair Arch was adorned with crystals of snow, and there was a shimmering frosty blanket covering Cannon Green. As I made my way back to “Old Nassau” a week later, I was just hoping there would be some inches of snow left for me to see!

Well, I can assure you I was not disappointed. Right when I set foot back on campus, I was immediately taken away by the beauty of the snow paired with the beauty of Princeton — and was slapped in the face by a blast of cold air! Even though it was around nine o’clock at night and I had a duffel bag, suitcase, and backpack I was lugging around, I just had to walk around campus and embrace all its wintry feelings, having seldom seen anything like this at home. 

With all my belongings with me, I walked over to McCosh Courtyard, East Pyne, and of course, Nassau Hall. Everything was so serene, and as ironic and corny as it sounds, though my hands were freezing from taking so many pictures, I felt so warm. 

As I stood in front of Nassau Hall, with its lights and ivy leaves and the ocean of snow surrounding it, I was simply overwhelmed with gratitude. Reflecting on my journey up to that moment, all I could do was give thanks to the Lord for allowing me to come to this beautiful school. 

And the best part is that even when all the snow melts away, Princeton will still be beautiful, not just because of its naturally stunning architecture, but because of its people. The people I have met here truly are and will always be the most beautiful aspects of this school to me. In fact, as I gathered my belongings and started making my way to my dorm from Nassau Hall, I saw one of my closest friends heading toward Nassau Street. Having not seen each other in over a month, we gave each other a big hug. A friendship like that will always be more beautiful to me than any snowy landscape — but the snow is always a nice sight to see!

Needless to say, I am very grateful for my first snowfall at Princeton and all the different forms of beauty this school radiates, and I know there is snow much more to come!

I’m almost halfway through my Princeton journey, and that reality has forced me to take a lot of time to reflect. As enchanting, fun, and maturing as college can be, it can be difficult. Living in a new city, away from your family and hometown friends for 9+ months of the year, balancing academics with social life, extracurriculars, and rest, your time at college is often quite dizzying. However, I’ve found that the thing that has grounded me the most over the last couple of years is the warm and supportive friendships I’ve built. 

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When I first arrived at Princeton, making genuine friends seemed unfathomable. Everyone seemed to be in their own world, and amidst orientation events, the only way to socialize was to ask a revolving door of the same three questions. Where are you from? What are you studying? What residential college are you in? Surely, that could not be the most authentic way to make friends. Unbeknownst to me then, some of these conversations would lead to my strongest friendships on campus. The girl I met spontaneously at a first-year orientation brunch is now one of my closest friends. Despite our busy Princeton lives, we ensure we get weekly meals to catch up and share about one another’s weeks. We talk about classes, what’s stressing us out, what’s exciting us. We study together and have even made a tradition of taking First Day of Classes photos together so that we can see how far we’ve come at the end of each semester. I always look back with gratitude on the chaos of orientation because it brought some of my most fulfilling friendships.

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I’ve also made friends with those who are physically closest to me. Living in Mathey College, I often see the same faces present in the dining hall or at our Residential College events. Sitting with people I saw all the time but hardly ever spoke to has led to fulfilling friendships. These are the people I go to after a long day or long week. We can talk about anything, listen to music, make art, and be safe spaces for each other. This makes the section of campus that I live in feel a little more like home.

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I’ve also learned that some friends come much later than others. There’s a weird assumption people have when they first arrive on campus that if you don’t make good friends during your first couple weeks at college, you won’t make any at all. This assumption can be quite anxiety-inducing for introverts like me or people who just take longer to bond into friendships than others. I’m here to say that that assumption is not true. In fact, some of my closest friendships on campus did not come until my sophomore year. Although we came into each others’ lives later, my core friends and I have formed a tight-knit group for celebrating birthdays, attending each others’ extracurricular events, being shoulders to lean on, and even planning group vacations together. These friendships really affirm to me the importance of patience and the reality that, no matter how long it takes, you will find your people on this campus.

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The Brown Co-Op kitchen has become one of my favorite spaces on campus, and one of the places I feel most at home. Making breakfast for myself in the mornings and going to dinner every evening are the best parts of my daily routine, and I’m always excited to see what new things—or what delicious staple—other co-op members will cook.

When I first joined the co-op in my fall semester of junior year, I remember feeling extremely intimidated by the prospect of having to cook for so many people. At that point in time, I did not have much experience cooking beyond baking the occasional dessert at home. I’d never cooked a meal for more than four people, let alone twenty to thirty. However, cooking with two or three other people every cook shift has made this experience not only extremely manageable, but really fun too.

Cook shifts normally last between 4:30 pm and 7:30 pm. I know this sounds like a long time, but those three hours really do fly by. At 4:30, members start cooking the menu of the day. One member takes charge over the protein being made for the meal, another is responsible for the sides (typically rice or some kind of pasta and a vegetable dish), and the third member makes dessert and a plant protein for our vegetarian members. In cook shifts with four people, the tasks are split up accordingly. If some members are less confident in cooking, they take over more supportive tasks like chopping vegetables and cleaning as the cook shift goes. There is always something for each person to do.

Dinner is usually ready by 6:30, at which point those on cook shift send out a message that dinner is ready. (By 6, members have already received a message with the menu for the evening.) A typical dinner has ten to fifteen people in the room at any given moment, and music is normally playing from our Bluetooth speaker. In two years of meals at the co-op, it is hard for me to pinpoint any meal that has not been delicious. Below are some of our more recent creations.

As members finish eating and washing their own plates, those on shift begin putting leftovers away and cleaning up the kitchen: running loads in the dishwasher of dishes used while cooking, sweeping and mopping the floors, cleaning the countertops, and taking out the trash. Everything is normally clean and put away by 7 or 7:30 at the latest. 

It is not uncommon for some of us to stay behind chatting or doing work (or both) for hours after dinner. These are some of my favorite memories from the last two years because it reminds me of home, when I do the same with my parents and my sister after dinner. More than anything, it is a reminder that the co-op has become a second family for me on campus. I’ve met some of my closest friends through the co-op and have spent some of my best and hardest days sitting in our dining area. Every semester, I look forward to our co-op version of "formals," when we order takeout and put away our tables in the pantry to create a dance floor. I think that when I graduate in a few months, I’ll miss this place most of all.

I will not be the first, nor the last to say this: Welcome to Princeton, congratulations! You should be incredibly proud of yourself, your hard work and dedication to school, and your journey up until this point. The Tiger community can’t wait to see you at “the best old place of all.”

As a bit of a side note for those reading this that did not get in or are hoping to in the future: just know that everyone’s journey is different and ‘success’ isn’t bound to getting into somewhere or not. Make the most of whatever situation you find yourself in and the world will be your oyster!

For those of you who will be coming to Princeton next year as the great class of 2029, you have a lot to look forward to! This includes so many things—lookout for future blogs or check out ones written by my peers—including but not limited to: Academics - famous professors, research opportunities, and cool classes; Social - student organizations/events/shows, school sports, or Eating Clubs; Professional - access to alumni, networking/info sessions, and unique opportunities.

Before then, however, you may be wondering: “I got in, but now what?” I definitely went through this when I opened my decision in December 2021. From what I can recall, the process of matriculating was very smooth so long as you read the emails the university sends. Basically, just make sure all of your paperwork, forms and eventually AP/IB exam results are sent in.

Some time after the regular decision results come out, you will be invited to meet other admitted students and alumni near your geographical area. I am from Sarasota, Florida and there were five students admitted from Southwest Florida so we met via Zoom (it was also 2022). Some of my friends from NYC and LA have told me that they went to much larger in-person gatherings, so it really depends. Regardless, it is a great opportunity to connect with future peers or alumni who may be open to mentoring you!

Speaking of meeting other students, Princeton Preview is a great place to meet other kids who got into Princeton. This happens in the spring after regular decision results come back, so one advantage to getting in early is that you can plan travel a little better (I enjoyed this perk haha). Take full advantage of meeting prospective students, or meeting up with others you’ve met online beforehand. I’m sure they have unofficial Instagram pages where you can send a profile for someone to post (I didn’t do this and definitely don’t pay money—that a scam). The official class of 2029 Instagram made by Princeton is a good place to start following other kids. I also joined Facebook and Discord groups since there was some good information about rooming. That said, it doesn’t really matter if you meet peers online beforehand since the orientation events once you get here are amazing.

While this has been a really brief overview of what happens after you get into Princeton, I hope it was somewhat helpful. I would say the most important thing right now to do is: enjoy the time you have left in high school and don’t slack off (for the most part). If you have any questions about this transition or want some advice from my experience, feel free to send me an email, thomas.danz@princeton.edu! 

I can’t wait to see you on campus. Welcome to Princeton!

Being a Community Learning Advisor (CLA) for Yeh College this year has been a unique experience. It’s given me a chance to connect with students across different years, support my peers, and get a better understanding of Princeton’s residential community.

Connecting Across Class Years

Before becoming a CLA, most of my interactions were with people in my year or major. This role has been a great way to meet students from all over campus— sophomores diving into new opportunities, juniors making the most out of the remaining years of college, and senior students who’ve been through it all. Hearing their stories and perspectives has been a reminder of how diverse and vibrant the Princeton community really is. It’s been especially rewarding to meet new students and learn about their backgrounds, interests, and goals. A lot of the students I work with are also in Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering, which has made our interactions even more relatable and meaningful. Being able to share advice about navigating tough problem sets, picking classes, or handling the challenges of the major feels like paying it forward.

Getting to know these students—not just as peers, but as people with their own stories and ambitions—has been wholesome and fulfilling in a way I didn’t expect. Whether we’re talking about academics, campus life, or just figuring out where to grab the best late-night snacks, these connections have reminded me why building a supportive community matters so much.

Being a Resource and a Listener

A big part of the job is being there when people need support. Sometimes it’s helping someone navigate a tough course or answering questions about campus resources. Other times, it’s just about listening—because college can get overwhelming, and knowing someone has your back can make a big difference. It’s not always about having the perfect solution; just being available can go a long way.

What I didn’t expect was how much I’d learn in the process. Helping others with their challenges has pushed me to think more creatively and be more patient, even in my own life. Whether it’s figuring out a tricky situation or just staying calm when things don’t go as planned, this role has made me better at problem-solving and more aware of how to support others effectively.

Study Breaks and Small Moments

One of the fun parts of being a CLA is organizing study breaks. Whether it’s snacks, games, or just a chance to hang out, these little events are a nice way to pause and recharge. It’s not about doing anything fancy—it’s about creating space for people to breathe, relax, and connect.

Sometimes, the best moments are the unexpected ones: a late-night conversation in the common room or seeing people bond over a shared love for food at a study break. These small, everyday interactions are what make the role feel meaningful. They remind me that, even in a busy place like Princeton, taking time to relax and connect with others can make all the difference.

Princeton’s residential colleges are designed to make campus feel a little less overwhelming, and being a CLA has shown me how much thought goes into building that sense of community. From the people I work with to the students I’ve met, it’s clear that this network of support isn’t just a nice idea—it really works.

Looking back on this semester, I’m glad I took on the CLA role. It’s helped me feel more connected to the campus and given me a new appreciation for the small, everyday ways we support each other.

"I’m just lucky."

Words I’ve found myself saying far too often.

Imposter syndrome is a pervasive feeling of self-doubt that leads people to question their accomplishments and believe they don’t deserve them. When we think about imposter syndrome, we often associate it with feelings of distress or fixating on mistakes. But there’s another side to it—a quiet voice that says we’re just lucky. That we barely scraped by. That, for some inexplicable reason, we were chosen.

It took me a long time to realize these were the feelings I carried at Princeton. I thought I was lucky to be here, grateful for an opportunity no one around me had. That mindset subtly followed me through every aspect of my college experience, unnoticed. Oh, that professor must have been grading lightly—this wasn’t my best work. The internship pool probably wasn’t that competitive this year—I’m lucky I got in. With every step forward, I was unconsciously doubting my abilities, the effort I put in, and ultimately, myself.

Slowly, I began to see the truth. My professors’ feedback, the kind words from my dean, the encouragement from my advisors—they weren’t strokes of luck. They were reflections of my work, my dedication, and my growth. Bit by bit, I began to understand that it wasn’t just luck. It was me.

These small affirmations became stepping stones, reminding me that I could take up space and claim my achievements. I grew into someone who embraced new opportunities, tackled big projects, and found confidence in my abilities. I realized the same energy I used to doubt myself, could be redirected to reassure myself.

With early action decisions coming out, I want you to know this: you aren’t just lucky. You deserve it. You earned it.

Words I wish I had told myself back then: I hope you take up space. I hope you dream big. I hope you recognize that your success isn’t just about potential—it’s about you.

My time at Princeton has taught me that I deserve my accomplishments and more. It’s given me the drive to push myself further and the confidence to acknowledge what I’ve already achieved. Mistakes, successes, and everything in between have shaped this journey, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. As I prepare to leave, I carry the confidence I wish I had started with. My hope for you is this: don’t wait. Know that it was never just luck. It was always you.

Perhaps at some point or another you might have stumbled across Princeton’s beloved nickname of the “Orange Bubble.” For those unfamiliar with the term, the phrase refers to the relative isolation of Princeton’s campus. It is not by any means in the middle of nowhere—there is a small though lively town surrounding campus, and cities like New York, Philadelphia, and Washington D.C. are easily accessible by train. However, because anything and everything students might need is either on campus or a short walk away on Nassau Street, the student body tends to exist in this phenomenon of seclusion. In the middle of a busy semester, it is easy to forget there is life beyond campus.

And yet, the “Orange Bubble” is not the end of the story.

I try to make a conscious effort to get off campus or interact with the local community as often as feasibly possible. Whether it’s engaging in service activities, doing schoolwork in the Public Library, or taking day trips off campus, doing so always helps me feel more grounded as a student. That’s why when one of my friends sent a picture of a flyer for a nearby cow parade to our group chat, it did not take long for us to make plans to attend.

I know what you’re probably asking yourself: what is a cow parade? To be honest, I’m still not entirely sure. On a community calendar, Cherry Grove Farms advertised the event as follows: “At our annual Cow Parade, we celebrate and honor our cows who provide us with fresh milk daily, from which we make all our farmstead cheeses.”

I had no idea what to expect when we arrived, but I enjoyed every second of it. The farm itself was about a twenty-minute drive from campus in nearby Lawrence. After parking, we made our way to a large field where people seemed to be lining up along a fence. Eventually, a long line of cows wearing strings of flowers around their necks and heads emerged from the barn. Slowly but surely, the cows made their way to the other end of the field, at times stopping to eat some grass and eventually dispersing. Trailing closely behind them, a small group of people played some instruments while they walked. I would have never anticipated attending an event where the main attraction consisted of standing along a fence and observing cows in the distance, but it was one of the highlights of my fall semester.

After the cow parade, we stopped by the various booths set up closer to the farm’s small store. There were vendors selling soaps, raw honey, earrings, wood carvings, bread, cheese, and many more items—all made locally in central New Jersey. After taking some pictures with the cows, we made our way back to campus and finished the day with jazz night at Small World.

Maybe we aren’t located in the middle of a bustling city, but we are by no means isolated from fun opportunities and events. (I mean, how many people do you know that can say they’ve been to a cow parade?) My only wish is that I’d found out sooner about this local annual tradition.

With the holidays approaching, I've been thinking a lot about home. As a first-year student immensely new to campus, the holidays and the breaks that came with them were a refuge from the Princeton chaos and unfamiliarity — I could go home and escape campus-related stress. Now, as a sophomore, much more acclimated to campus, I approach the holidays with much gratitude for all the ways in which Princeton has become my home. And leaving it during breaks can even be a bit difficult.

Thus, in honor of the holidays, I devoted this blog to expressing my gratitude toward everything at Princeton that makes my life feel warm even as the weather becomes frosty with the holiday air.

1. Friends!

I'm grateful to finally balance academic life, extracurricular activities, and socializing this semester. When I get stressed, I tend to retreat into my own bubble. However, recently, I've found that I make better, more thoughtful contributions to my classes and activities after spending time with friends. Taking time to decompress from the chaos of campus life — laughing, going out, and even just chatting — has become as important to me as writing essays and attending meetings. This time with friends is often the thing that powers me through my busy weeks, and it's the place I come back to when academic stress gets too much. As excited as I am to leave campus and see my family this holiday season, I'm a little sad about the weeks I'll spend away from my friends here. It's a bittersweet feeling, but more than anything, I'm grateful to have something that makes saying goodbye hard. 

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   2. Art!

As a creative writer and theater maker, I'm grateful to live on a campus with many artistic opportunities. And the last few weeks on campus have exemplified this fount of creativity. I write and read gorgeous poems for my Advanced Poetry class every week. I even represented my poetry class at the Creative Writing department's Fall semester reading. I've spent the last couple of months assistant-directing a musical for the Lewis Center of the Arts (the home of Theater, Creative Writing, Dance, and Visual Arts at Princeton), which opened and closed in the previous couple of weekends. Saying goodbye to that production was hard, but the creative opportunities that came with it brought a lifetime's worth of fulfillment. I've attended friends' art exhibition openings, dance expositions, and play performances when I'm not in class. The artist in me feels so full of gratitude for all the creative engagement that the past weeks and months have fostered.

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  3. Supportive Professors

This portion of the semester can feel dizzying. In the coming weeks, before I can return home for the holidays, I'll have to navigate the chaos of writing several term papers and completing final exams. Fortunately, I have kind professors who make this process more comforting. I enjoy using Office Hours to talk to my African American history preceptor about which class readings can best inform my final paper. My French cinema professor always leaves thoughtful comments on my grammar assignments and encourages me to explore my West African heritage throughout my creative projects in class. My poetry professor always creates time to discuss and workshop my poems and recommend poems that speak to my lived experience — a nice break from my other academic work! My art history professor is always willing to help me look through dense scholarly sources so that I can craft a well-argued and engaging term paper. Even as the stress of the final weeks on campus set in, I'm grateful to know that these resources are available to me.

  4. A Warm Place to Come Back to at the End of the Day

At the end of long days, I'm grateful that my warm dorm awaits me. I've made my dorm a place where I can decompress from academics. So, when I come back to my dorm, I can rest, call home, hang out with friends, watch movies, eat, and watch the seasons change right outside my window.

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The holidays always bring bittersweet feelings, especially when you're far from home. This holiday season, however, I'm enjoying taking time to reflect and express gratitude for life and all its simple wonders.

SAD, or seasonal affective disorder, hit me my first semester at Princeton. Now it is a frequent friend I embrace once a year. 

Coming from California, where the sun never stops shining, the dark cold days of winter overwhelmed me with a profound wave of sadness that I wasn’t entirely sure how to describe; seasonal depression was a concept I was always vaguely aware of, but never fully believed I would experience. 

As the temperature continued to fall, I watched as the days grew shorter and the nights came sooner. The warm crisp days of the summer gave way to the harsh winds of the winter and I found myself desperately wanting to go home. Homesickness, coupled with intense work loads, worked in conjunction to render me absolutely miserable. The persistence of this feeling led me to eventually conclude that I had gotten SAD (no pun intended). 

However, I found ways to co-exist with this feeling. Rather than let this gloom consume me, I decided to embrace the melancholy of winter and took it as a time to recharge and to be present. Below are some techniques I learned to challenge SAD:

1. Romanticizing the seasonal change by getting into the spirit of the holidays – To me, this meant watching my favorite Christmas movies, baking cookies, and dressing warmly for the weather outside. 
2. Spending time with my friends – Rather than mull about not being able to see my family til break, I try to schedule activities with my friends and be present. Company is the best medicine.
3. Exercising – A healthy body = healthy mind. Being active and interacting with the environment gives me clarity and a sense of calm that grounds me amidst the chaotic season of finals.
4. Getting out and about – Taking day trips to New York or Philly always helps stimulate my mind as I take in the seasonal sights and decorations. 
5. Being kind to others and myself – I try to acknowledge that I might not always be in the best mood but that I should try to exhibit kindness to everyone around me and myself during this difficult season. By giving grace to myself and others, it helps me feel a little bit better on days when I might not have the energy to do anything, to interact with my friends, or to go to class.