Clay, Colors and Currents


One of the highlights of this year has been my roommates. After living in a single last year, I am rooming with three of the loveliest, smartest and most inspiring people I have had the opportunity to know at Princeton. Our room has become one of my favorite places to be, home to the best of friends and the most delightful of conversations. While I have a lot of fun with my roommates at "home," I was curious to know what my roommates are up to when they were not in our dorm. Thus, I visited each of them on campus in a space where they love to spend time--outside of our room.

Kenny Hubbell

Kenny is a senior from Alaska, studying chemical and biological engineering. Kenny is a pre-med student, but is also interested in drug development, having worked in pharmaceutical companies during the summers. Kenny has been a leader for Outdoor Action for three years, and he has led many camping trips all over the country!

Kenny is also a master potter. In our room, we exclusively use mugs that Kenny made, among other ceramics that Kenny fabricated. When anybody asks us where we got such wonderful mugs, we proudly declare that they are “Kenny Hubbell originals.” Kenny is also the manager of the ceramics studio on campus, which is free and open to all members of the community. If you head there on a Sunday, you can get a lesson on the art of ceramics — from molding to glazing — from the one and only Kenny.

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A boy carving clay on a potter's wheel

Neeta Patel

Neeta is a senior from New Jersey, studying Visual Arts. Neeta is interested in graphic design and has created many master pieces, which are on display all over the campus. She also designs books and album covers Neeta wakes up at 6 a.m. She has gone on a run, cleaned the room and got dressed, before any of the rest of us wake up. Neeta ran a marathon with Claire, my third roommate, last year in Philly, and she loves to go on long bike rides and runs around Princeton. Neeta is also interested in economics and computer science, often combining her art work with her abilities with computers.

Neeta's art studio is filled with her own wonderful masterpieces. She once copied an entire novel by hand, and she has built some of her works around photocopies of this novel. She has a portable manual typewriter, which she uses for some of her works. 

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A Boy and a girl in front of an art istallation

Claire Zarakas

Claire is a senior from Massachusetts, studying Geosciences. Claire is interested in understanding climate change: how it affects us and how we can prepare for many of the drastic changes we are going to witness. She also loves to run marathons (casually), having run one in Chicago, in addition to the race she ran with Neeta last year. She also ran the Sustainable Energy and Development Scholars (SEADS) program for Engineers without Borders, where she hosted many small group sessions to discuss sustainability with important and influential people in the industry.

Over the summer, she studied nitrogen cycles in South America, and she recently even got the chance to present at the American Geophysical Union on her research. She often works in Guyot Hall, the home of the Geosciences Department, where she can devour plates of cookies in no time. It's a weakness she shares with me.

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Three boys and a girl in front of a fountain


Architecture of the Season


If architectures had seasons, the clean crisp lines of modernism would be emphasized by the sobriety and sparseness of the winter. The budding confidence of the Renaissance finds itself in the spring; the boisterous confidence of the summer is Baroque. For the transition between the hot celebration of life and the cool retreat to come, for autumn in other words, its architecture is Gothic. Though the gargoyles of Princeton have overlooked no monks, nor have the crenellations been posts for defensive forces, collegiate Gothic shares something of an older Gothic spirit. There is a certain chaste sensuality to the stone that offers itself to the wandering hand, though no warmth will be reciprocated. In a similar way, autumnal trees stripped of foliage appear austere, but also gain a new sensual body due to its shape, which is hidden in the color and heat of spring. 

 

 

 


Five of the Coolest On-Campus Jobs


About half of Princeton’s undergraduates work part-time jobs for a variety of reasons: to help contribute to their financial aid package, to save up for personal/future expenditures, or simply to do something they enjoy outside of their schoolwork.


On Running Again


I've written before about my races. I got involved in Team U last fall and ran the Princeton half marathon. It's fun to write about all of the finish lines and the training, building up to a huge feeling of accomplishment at the end. But, unsurprisingly, running that many miles in a row isn't always smooth sailing. 

I ran my third race in Princeton this fall. It was the Princeton half again, but this time I was just tired. I was finding it harder to get excited about the idea of running 13.1 straight miles, and I knew I wasn't as well trained.

I got through the race day, don't get me wrong, but I finished 10 minutes slower. One bonus this time around was the presence of my parents, who drove down, and a few friends who came to cheer me on. The last time I ran the Princeton half, it was the tail end of fall break, so campus was pretty empty.

It was a funny combination, my exhaustion with the whole process combined with that fan-group I had always hoped would be there. 

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Fan club at my most recent race

I took a break from running after Oct. 4, when I crossed my most recent finish line. I ran again for the first time today. This time though, I didn't use the running playlist I'd crafted during my first week of training two summers ago and had been using since. I didn't clock my miles either. I just ran comfortably by the canal until I was done. I've been listening to Sia this time on Spotify; did not realize she was this great.

I think I'll try to get back into half marathons. I like them, I really do. It's exciting to get through such an intense process. But I think that to do that, I have to dial down the intensity for the while. To get excited again, it's almost as if I need to stop being so intense so that I can start looking forward to regaining my intensity.

I'll let you know how the process goes.


Princeton Hidden Minority Council


I am no stranger to alienation. I grew up as a white Mexican in a Texas border town where classmates and teachers openly labeled me as a “foreigner.” I was a hidden minority in all respects: A Hispanic who few considered to be Hispanic, a barrio boy who some surmised inherited money from a “rich white father/uncle/grandfather/person,” a first-generation college student who most believed went to Princeton because my parents went there.

At Princeton University, my visible persona does not reflect my invisible identity. People wouldn’t guess I’m Hispanic unless they read the surname “Garcia” on my student ID, and even then, how could they ever figure out my status as a first-generation, low-income, almost transnational student? And if they did, would I feel proud or ashamed?

This is why the Princeton Hidden Minority Council (PHMC) exists.

PHMC aims to eradicate the stigma of being a first-generation and/or low-income student. Furthermore, it consolidates academic and financial resources, spurs dialogue on the hidden facets of our identity, and fosters an inclusive campus community. Alienation has no place here.

At the 1st annual First-Generation Freshmen Welcome Dinner, I sat at a table with one of my professors and several fellow Gates Millennium Scholars. We were all brought together by one common thread: We are first-generation students. The conversations were sincere and the atmosphere was optimistic, the way it should be.

When the Princeton University Class Confessions Facebook page was launched, I empathized with the plights my fellow low-income classmates anonymously revealed to the world. It didn’t surprise me to realize how similar my experiences were compared to theirs, but it may have been a shock to other Princetonians who sit next to us in class every day, oblivious to our struggles.

I’m only a small part of a growing movement that will change the prevailing campus narrative for the better. A 21st-century Princeton University must not only support its underrepresented student body, but also embrace it. These students will be the trailblazers of this generation; PHMC epitomizes that.


A South Texas November


I haven’t experienced a South Texas November in four years. It’s nothing spectacular; the palm trees remain green, the sun forgets to turn off its summertime rays, and people still wear shorts and flip-flops on their way to the pool. But this past fall break, I was able to escape the doldrums of post-midterms Princeton and return home.

My alma mater school district flew me in for an alumni panel at its 2nd annual “College for All” conference. I even brought along an orange-and-black Princeton tie, but it proved useless after I couldn’t button my collar due to the weight gain from the Mexican food I had indulged in all week.

Tieless and tireless, I caught a ride with Isaac Bailon, the angel-headed hipster who helps me with college awareness outreach, and we headed toward the McAllen Convention Center discussing literature, biology and nostalgia — Expressway 83 does that to you.

Less than 30 minutes later, we were mic’d up, given the rundown, and subjected to the formalities these suit-and-tie events impose: “Hello, yes, nice to see you, keep in touch, goodbye.”

I saved my sincerity for the stage.

My mic stopped working during introductions. “Isaac Asimov warned me about this,” I said jokingly. It would have been funny if someone knew who Isaac Asimov was, or could actually hear me.

The panel unsurprisingly went nothing according to plan. The questions were relatively safe, focused on defining abstract concepts like “innovation” or “success.” I told a half-complete story of myself as the alumnus who went to college out-of-state and returned to implement college readiness initiatives. My mythos was only missing the first 19 years of my life. As a result, I name-dropped PSJA CSLAP any chance I got.

I also did my best to throw in a joke about Isaac’s beard, but could only echo the “spirit of altruism” catchphrase another angel-headed entity, Edgar Alaniz, coined during our college awareness
endeavors
. Nostalgia can be funny. Mine wasn’t. Luckily Isaac’s beard was funny in its own right.

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You're a funny guy, Bailon.

The conference ended. I said my goodbyes to childhood friends. Twenty-three hours later I boarded a flight full of Spanish-speakers whose words reminded me of home. Onward to East Coast November-land where the leaves are red and orange and the air bites, onward to thesis Firestone Library dungeon-days, onward to staring at frozen Carnegie Lake and seeing no reflection.

And I did all my week's reading on the plane!


Passing The Torch


Hey all, Rachel here. Just some casual rambling on how I'm planning my final Princeton Disability Awareness carnival of my time at Princeton. Tonight, I will attend a training session for my volunteers, but this time, I'm letting one of my other board members lead it so that she can start preparing to take over the group this spring. So many feelings.   

I started as volunteer coordinator of this organization my sophomore spring and became president the following spring. You can check out this post of mine from my time as volunteer coordinator with PDA to get a feel for what this awesome group does.

Since then, I've slept a lot less, but also have gained an incredible amount. Through the past few years, I've overseen over a hundred volunteers and children through our events, and this fall have learned what it's like to plan a conference (hint: it's really hard). I've also had the opportunity to lecture on inclusion and get other students excited about it, too. And yes, I've had the pleasure of saying I am aware that PDA (what we call ourselves for short) does also stand for "public displays of affection." Hey, I didn't create the name — I'm happy to say this group has been around and doing good stuff since 2007.

Anyway, I've got to go count out T-shirts to give to my wonderful volunteers I'll be seeing tonight at the session, but you can definitely look forward to a post on the event once it's over.

Bye!


Give Me a Break!


When I was applying to Princeton, I believed I had a sense of what academic life at Princeton might entail. While I didn’t realize quite how amazing the professors are or how many beautiful libraries there are on campus for studying, I could indeed picture myself studying and attending class on Princeton’s gorgeous campus.

However, what I couldn’t exactly picture was having a balanced life at Princeton. And I was pretty hesitant about that. I sometimes pictured myself running from a lecture to my room where I huddled, in my mind, before my computer to furiously write essays before trekking across campus to a precept, reading a book in route. Well, I exaggerate a bit, but I honestly didn't know if Princeton was a place where I could find that healthy balance as a college student. I mean, did Princeton students take breaks?

Well, to my pleasant surprise, Princeton is well aware of our need for breaks and is excellent at planning them! I thought that this was a fitting time to write about study breaks as many readers may, in fact, be taking a break from writing college applications to peruse the blog! If that is your situation, or if you are just wondering if you will fit into Princeton’s community, read on because Princeton’s study breaks are the best.

There are two general principles behind a study break at Princeton: a) it’s definitely going to involve free food, and b) it’s probably also going to involve free clothes or gifts of some kind, too. I find that study breaks are especially fun when they’re centered around the holiday festivities, so I thought that I’d write about two of my past favorite seasonal study breaks.

My favorite study break last fall was the Fall Festival. Set up on the lawn outside Frist Campus Center, it was complete with a pumpkin patch, apple cider donuts from the local apple orchard, and a fall photo booth. My friend and I went first to go “pick” a pumpkin and then headed to the tables piled generously with Halloween candy where we painted our little pumpkins!

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Fall

Or maybe you would be excited to make your own holiday stuffed animal, ornament or snow globe at the Winter Festival? One Friday last December, Princeton decorated Frist Campus Center with snowflakes and seasonal decor and created a real winter wonderland for us. My friends and I met up in the afternoon to celebrate the season. First on my agenda was making a penguin stuffed animal, and we next enjoyed the delicious Christmas cookies and hot cocoa.

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Winter Festival

I mention these campus-wide study breaks because they are, in my opinion, some of the biggest and best. But almost every day, you can find some type of study break happening on campus! For instance, when I lived in Butler College my first two years at Princeton, each Tuesday at 10 p.m. there was a study break for all Butler residents to go get free food — Qdoba, Thomas Sweet ice cream, Nomad pizza, Mehek Indian food, etc. — all from delicious restaurants near Nassau Street. Also, the RCAs (the upperclassmen who oversee the residential halls of freshmen) organize weekly study breaks with snacks for their freshman groups, and those sometimes involve a movie or other fun outing as well.

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Apple picking

So do know that for every homework assignment at Princeton, there is probably an equally exciting study break waiting to reward you for your hard work!


Fall Break in Shenandoah


Ahhh, fall break — it’s the most wonderful time of the year!


Color Work


Though I do not make an exclusive claim (as I know there are exceptions), one of the outcomes of modernist painting was its liberation of color. While Van Gogh’s colors are largely the right categories (sunflowers are still yellow and the sky still blue), their depth and hue exceed those of experience (no sun flower is that yellow, and no sky so deeply blue that it has not fallen to black).

Other artists went further, giving things colors no one would expect. In 1907 Matisse painted a blue nude. As lived experience runs blue skin suggests asphyxiation, but on Matisse canvas blue breathes with the figure’s body in a compelling sensuality. It was only a few years later that Robert Delauney painted "Premier Disque," a polychromatic wheel of color. There, color is just about all the artist works with, as many subsequent artists further explored, perhaps culminating in Abstract Expression.

So color can be on its own. This does not mean there is such a thing as a pure color, for color always comes on some material that is shaped as some form that carries its own connotations. This does mean though that we need not definitively anchor a color with the use or function of its object.

The arrangement of the colors of food on a plate do not matter to the hungry, but a satiated dinner partner may notice the unintentional gradation of green vegetables that bring out the browns and cooked reds of meat. What is the need to notice, one may ask, as only sustenance is a necessity?

In case of true hunger that probably is the only thing one needs or cares about. But assuming minimal requirements are met in life I think there is the possibility to appreciate things aesthetically like the interaction of colors. And this should not be confined to the museum. The intentional colors we see in a gallery are only a prompt to go out and find others in day-to-day experience. Maybe they will not be as vivid, formally appealing or absolute but they are there.

This prompt of course is easy to follow in autumn. Look down or straight ahead and of course there are browns, greens, oranges and reds among patches of fleeting green leaves. But look up and something changes. We spend most of our time looking out for the dangers at our feet or the opportunities at eye level. Not much we need comes from looking up, but there is much we often appreciate like the rise of a skyscraper or passing of a jet.

Looking up seems to be conducive to an aesthetic mood. Do so under October and November’s foliage for a moment and one might readily imagine October’s and November’s polychromatic abstractions. Serpentine black lines set against blue sprout a variety of shapes that vibrate, gleam, withdraw and parade in boastful yellow, demur orange, loud red and occasional obstinate green. But before long of course, a Suprematist composition will take over in white on white for the winter months.[1]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[1] Suprematism being a Russian avant-garde art movement, and not the racial term.