Outside the airplane window, thick, cottony clouds blanketed the light blue sky. As I stared at them, I could not help but feel nostalgic about the past four days at Camp Kesem. It felt like an oasis - close yet distant. If you were to ask me what my favorite part of summer was, the delicious Shanghai trip and eye-opening hospital internship in D.C. are strong contenders, but without a doubt, my time at Camp Kesem tops the list. 

Camp Kesem provides free summer camps for children and adolescents whose parents are battling cancer. It offers a safe space where they can connect with others, process their emotions, and simply have fun. Luckily, Princeton has a chapter, and I was fortunate enough to serve as a counselor this year. 

This was my first experience being a camp counselor, and I’ll admit, I was nervous at first. Would I be able to bond with the kids? Could I keep up with their energies? But soon after they arrived, those nerves melted away. The kids’ boundless enthusiasm and the jam-packed daily schedule quickly pulled me in. I was one of the counselors in charge of six 13-14 year-old boys, and they were a prime example of how easy it is for kids to form friendships. As we were setting up the sleeping bags, one giant spider caught everyone’s attention, and the next thing I knew they were all talking to each other about it and debating whether they should save it or smash it. In the next couple of hours, our conversations veered from “how to cheat in Call of Duty” to “using honey packets as passes to enter the cabin.” They bonded over everything. 

Because we only had two full days and two half days for camp, we jam-packed each day with activities and games. I’d never seen a denser schedule. I remember staring at the schedule and thinking, “There’s no way I’ll make it through this.” But at the end of each day, exhaustion didn’t feel like a burden. Instead, it was a reminder of how much joy we had brought to the kids. In just 72 hours, we managed to cook s’mores, race Go Karts, present a talent show, and play endless games and sports. My favorite part? Watching the kids’ faces light up with genuine joy. It was a great reminder that life is meant to be lived with laughter and happiness. It was a powerful lesson to hold on to those moments, no matter how busy life gets. 

Yet, Camp Kesem wasn’t just about games and laughter. A core part of the camp’s mission is to provide a space for the kids to open up about their parents’ cancer. During nightly cabin chats and Empowerment, where we gathered in a circle to share stories and feelings, I witnessed a different side of the campers. The same kids who had been silly and goofy just hours before became attentive listeners. Some of them were strong enough to share their own experiences with their parents’ cancer — moments of sadness, uncertainty, and resilience. It’s in those vulnerable moments that the true magic of Kesem revealed itself. We are giving these kids a sanctuary to fully experience the joys of childhood and be their best selves. I’m sure a lot of the kids don’t feel comfortable talking about cancer to anyone at school, which is why it’s so important that they feel welcomed, supported, and understood during the few days at camp. 

Ever since I started my Princeton journey, I have been trying to link the informal motto — “Princeton in the Nation’s Service and the Service of Humanity” — to the things I do. And so far, Camp Kesem felt like the most natural extension of that mission. It’s truly a special feeling when I realized the direct benefits I was bringing to this young and vulnerable community. For me, Kesem became more than just a summer activity; it was a chance to connect personally with a cause I care deeply about. A few years ago, my grandma who lives in Shanghai was diagnosed with breast cancer, and living so far away made me feel helpless. But Kesem gave me a platform to contribute, to help ease the pain of cancer for others, and I can’t express enough how grateful I am for that. 

Now, before I sign off, I have to brag about my fellow counselors and the amazing admin team. They are some of the kindest souls I’ve ever met. It truly felt like we were all in this together - working as a tight-knit team to create the best possible experience for our campers. I got to know so many awesome Princetonians through Kesem, and I can’t wait to greet them by their camp names on campus (mine is Quokka, by the way)! 

Camp ended only two days ago, but I’m already looking forward to next summer. There’s something so uniquely fulfilling about this kind of work, and I can’t recommend it enough for anyone who’s looking to make the same kind of impact. So, once again, thank you Kesem, for such a magical experience. You’ve helped me grow in patience, compassion, and service. See you next year! 

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The weeks leading up to move-in day can be interesting. On the one hand, you are filled with nothing but excitement, eagerly awaiting the next chapter of your life to begin; on the other, you are filled with anything but excitement, hesitantly awaiting the next chapter of your life to begin. When I went through these imminence-filled weeks, both of these hands seemed to have a grip on me, tugging in opposite directions. Since move-in day is quickly approaching, I wanted to share my story — from the exciting to the not-so-exciting, which I hope may provide some solace to all who may be experiencing the same tug-of-war feelings as I did.

Let us start with the exciting because, honestly, getting ready for college is exciting. My pre-frosh summer was when I really started to feel like a Princeton student. Through ClassPath, a summer-long online Orientation program designed to guide and support all soon-to-be frosh in their transition to Princeton, I not only became more acquainted with important University ins and outs but also my fellow “zees,” short for “advisees” — our main adviser was our RCA, or Residential College Adviser. Little did I know at the time that these “zees” would soon become close friends. Additionally, through weekly Summer Engagement Cohort meetings, I got to know several ‘28ers outside of my zee group. My cohort and I completed various activities together and openly discussed topics to which we could all relate, which was really fun and helpful. I remember one topic we discussed was residential college assignments. In late June, I found out I had been placed into Rockefeller, or Rocky, College! Upon hearing this, I was ecstatic, as I had hoped to get assigned to one of the older res. colleges — and I was so thankful I did! All this, from learning more about my class to celebrating my residential college placement, was just the tip of the iceberg.

However, there were still plenty of doubts and questions amid all my excitement. As each day drew closer to move-in, ruminating on “what-ifs” and “what-could-happens” left me overwhelmed. So much seemed to be in the unknown, and my mind felt deluged: a rigorous school… a faraway school… new places… filled with new people…. Now, do not get me wrong, I knew what I had signed up for when I committed to Princeton; there just seemed to be an irritating voice in my head that only intensified as the whole “going to Princeton thing” became more real. Such unpleasant thinking ultimately gave way to a giant with which I had never struggled: intrusive thoughts. (Intrusive thoughts are usually unwanted, stress-inducing ideas or images that involuntarily and repeatedly flash through one’s mind — and are very common; these ideas and images are deemed as “intrusive” because they often conflict with one’s beliefs and values, making them hard to expel.) I wrestled with these thoughts for weeks and weeks; I was aware they did not reflect who I knew I was, which only resulted in a perpetual mental war. However, as the war raged on, I gradually realized it had already been won, not by me, but by Him. He defined who I was, not some nagging thought; I stopped battling against the lies, leaning into the “even-ifs” instead of the “what-ifs” — faith over fear — and trusting the One who was and is far more capable than I. Over time, the thoughts slowly drifted away; by a few weeks into the school year — yes, a few weeks into the school year — they had departed completely. The giant was dead. 

I wanted to share this not-so-exciting aspect of my journey to move-in/college primarily for two reasons: 1) To help anybody who may be facing the same giant or something similar, and 2) To stress the fact that you never really know what someone is enduring. Concerning the first reason, if you are struggling, do not suffer in silence, nor discount the importance of gratitude. Reach out to somebody — a loved one, a mentor, a teacher, a coach, a pastor, etc. Talking with the Lord and my family helped me truly see how powerless my intrusive thoughts were. Moreover, count your blessings. Doing so when anxious may sound ironic  — I’m kind of struggling right now… can’t really think of much to be thankful for… But through focusing on every little thing for which I had to be grateful, my mind became consumed by something other than anxious thoughts: peace. Max Lucado, a widely known pastor and author, once stated in a sermon that anxiety flees when thanksgiving enters the room, and I have found that such cannot be more true — Philippians 4:6-7. Regarding the second reason, remember the Golden Rule: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Strive to love unconditionally, as the person who you think has everything together may be falling apart. Feeling the love of others and, likewise, loving others helped me to not dwell on my thoughts as much — love will always conquer a lie. At the end of the day, seeking support, giving thanks, and living out the Golden Rule go a long way. 

In late August, I officially moved into Princeton. The days, weeks, and months that led up to that day were not a cakewalk, but through fortitude rooted in faith, things, slowly but surely, worked out. In the end, the giant that tried to take me down only ended up strengthening me in so many areas of my life. So, when you feel your worries trying to creep in, tell them to go on — reach out to others, cultivate gratitude, look to love, know He can defeat the giant — and fully embrace your excitement!

Entering Princeton, Writing Seminar, a frosh-year rite of passage commonly referred to as “Writing Sem.,” was one of my biggest fears. I had never heard any student, past or present, say they had fond memories from the seemingly notorious distribution requirement — some alumni even claimed Writing Sem. was the hardest class they took during their four years. Upon being notified of my placement into one of the fall semester cohorts of WRI 161: Friendship, I was, naturally, a little scared, but also a bit relieved because at least I did not have to wait until spring semester to encounter the disastrous storm. Although my expectations were flooded and formed by horror stories, Writing Seminar, out of all my first-year classes, turned out to be one of my favorites, teaching me skills I will unquestionably use for a lifetime.

Before sharing my Writing Seminar experience, I want to spell out some basics of the class. Every Writing Sem. has a distinctive topic, mine being Friendship, but others include Curiosity, Interpreting Illness, and Educational Equities. Each consists of 12 frosh and one professor, whose area(s) of study largely align(s) with the Seminar’s topic, and meets twice a week for one semester, and each class lasts an hour and twenty minutes. There are four major “Assignments” — known as “A1,” “A2,” “A3,” and “A4” — completed throughout the semester, and nearly all follow the same order of steps: 1) Draft, 2) Workshops, and 3) Revision. The first step, Draft, is exactly what it sounds like: you write a draft responding to the prompt of the Assignment, “A2 draft,” for example. The second step, Workshops, is when you and your entire class, over two class periods, collectively read, analyze, and discuss the drafts of four randomly selected classmates, two drafts per class period. You also meet with your professor to review your individual draft, either one-on-one or alongside another classmate. Prior to each class Workshop, you read and mark the two chance-chosen classmates’ drafts, and during the Workshop you offer the duo feedback and suggestions. The last step, Revision, is the grand finale: you take what you learned from Workshops and conversations with your peers and professor to transform your draft into a revised final paper; this revised version is what is graded, not the draft. Structurally, Writing Seminar is a very small and straightforward class. 

Only a few weeks into Friendship, all my not-so-great Writing Seminar preconceptions were disproved. I quickly realized my classmates were just like I was, trying to navigate all the novelties of college, and my professor wholeheartedly wanted us dozen of frosh to grow and do well. My classmates were not light-years ahead of me, and my professor was not an evil witch who preyed on student suffering. Rather, an unadulterated sense of care and support seemed to pervade every class, helping me feel surrounded by friends in Friendship. As classes progressed, my classmates and I kind of coalesced into this community of thinkers who sought to challenge current ideas and propose new ones. We examined affectionate works of art and heartfelt letters in nineteenth-century friendship albums in Special Collections, questioned the authenticity of a friendship between an A.I. chatbot and a human, debated the views of scholars old and new, engaged in outside-of-class meetings with our professor, and, above all, embraced the power of our voices and the strength of good academic writing. Week by week, Friendship taught us to listen to and express all that our voices had to say, a skill necessary for both the academic world and the real world. 

Our voices roared louder than ever as we dove into our fourth Assignment, or A4: The Final Research Paper. Each little aspect of the A4 revolves around you: you decide what you want to investigate, the sources you want to use, and the route you want to take; you are in the driver’s seat. For our A4, we were required to pick a friendship-related concept, representation, or object and then utilize that “con./rep./or obj.” to expound upon an aspect of friendship that puzzled us, and that was all we were given, no sources or anything else. I will not go too in depth on the con./rep./or obj. and aspect I chose in case someone wants to choose the same con./rep./or obj. and/or aspect as I did but I will vaguely say that the main focus of my A4 revolved around the impacts of smartphones on friendship. Finding various sources to support this theme was fun because at least I was exploring an issue in which I was interested, but no doubt strenuous. I scouted the endless shelves of Firestone to retrieve books, assiduously used Google Scholar to pluck high-quality academic articles and papers, and scoured YouTube for reputable videos and documentaries. In doing so, I felt like a scholar. I had formed my own hypothesis and searched for evidence to aid it; by meticulously inspecting my collected evidence, I converted my hypothesis into a cohesive paper. No one was telling me where to go or what to do; I steered the ship — but I always had a “map,” AKA my professor and peers, to turn to if I ever got off course. When I submitted all 13 pages of my revised A4, I was very proud — and also crazy relieved because I was officially done with Writing Sem.! My A4 embodied not only all the progress I had made throughout the semester but also an early chapter in my career of independent work at Princeton and beyond. 

Writing Seminar is a unique class. You are put into a room with 11 other frosh and a professor who is supposed to equip you with some of the most imperative tools for service through scholarship. You may absolutely despise your Writing Sem., you may totally relish it, or you may wind up somewhere in the middle. Writing Seminar is not a walk in the park, but I hope my personal experience may give you some hope. If there is anything Friendship taught me, aside from writing and research, it is that helping others, leaning into your voice, contributing as actively as possible, and doing your best are all keys to true growth. You can do it!

*If you want to learn more about Writing Sem., please take a look at Ava’s blog "Braving the Beast of First-Year Writing Seminar" — it is amazing!*

Summer is a busy season for many college students, from study abroad programs to internships to — in the case of Princeton — senior thesis research. During such a season, a little voice can flood students’ minds, irritatingly whispering, “You should be doing more. So-and-so is doing this-and-that; meanwhile, you’re doing such-and-such.” This voice is no stranger to me, but I have realized its powerlessness through emphasizing and enjoying simple blessings in my life, like those that spring from my church family, peach fields, and good books. 

In late June, I volunteered as a junior counselor for Beach Retreat, an annual youth trip my church holds, and doing so made me more appreciative of all the little things that go into making the trip as impactful and memorable as it is. My responsibilities as a junior counselor generally included helping facilitate small-group discussions, set up games, and lead a team. I got to see “behind the scenes” of everything, a side I do not think I ever truly contemplated before elevating up to junior counselor status. There is so much diligent planning that goes into making Beach Retreat what it is, especially in terms of gathering all the materials needed for instruction, game preparation, and meals. After experiencing such planning firsthand as a junior counselor, I see the trip through a better lens, one that does not solely focus on the big focal points but also the minute invaluable details. Without all the efforts and time poured into it, Beach Retreat would not emit the same degree of spiritual insight and influence as it currently does. 

Now, I want to transition to a topic that is a little more peachy than beachy… literally. Where I am from is surrounded by fields and fields of peach trees, and summer is when the sweet stone fruit reaches its ripest state — at Beach Retreat, we actually ate a delicious peach cobbler, a beloved Southern dessert you have to try! One evening a few weeks ago, my dad and I went on a long walk and passed acres and acres of trees bearing the delectable staple of my hometown. As we passed the trees, I thought about the significance they hold to me. I have never seen a peach tree at Princeton before, though I am sure there are some in the vicinity. So when I see the endless rows of peach trees that line my rural Southern town, I am reminded of my appreciation for the little things that make my home so special. Regardless of where I go, I know the peach trees will always be there to welcome me when I return! 

Aside from admiring the peach-adorned landscapes of my hometown, I have also gotten to appreciate some literary works recently. At the moment, I am reading This Side of Paradise by none other than Princeton attendee F. Scott Fitzgerald, which serves as my fourth book this summer. (Now, let me preface that I am not a huge reader. I like reading, but for me to finish a book completely, it has to really interest me. So far, the four I have undertaken have done just that!) The first two I read were Mostly What God Does by co-anchor of NBC News’s Today Savannah Guthrie and Goliath Must Fall by Pastor Louie Giglio. Guthrie’s vulnerable reflections on her faith journey and Giglio’s message of how Jesus has defeated the giants in our lives, drawing from the Biblical narrative of David and Goliath, were very heartening to my faith. The second duo I tackled, and am still working on, was definitely Fitzgerald-based: The Great Gatsby and This Side of Paradise. This year marked the 100th anniversary of The Great Gatsby, and This Side of Paradise is Fitzgerald’s first novel and largely based on his experiences at Princeton. I, consequently, felt compelled to read the acclaimed — and somewhat historical — novels, whose beautiful passages and Princeton roots did not disappoint! I am very thankful for the ways these four works have challenged and inspired me. 

I write these paragraphs about beaching, peaching, and literary reaching to motivate you to neither compare yourself to others nor discount the little things in life. Over the summer especially, it is easy to fall into the misconception that everybody is everywhere doing everything and you are not doing enough. When that falsehood attempts to take rent in your mind, take time to remind yourself of the things for which you are grateful, and endeavor to make the most of each day. For me — not trying to come across as pious but instead as honest — I try to carry out such through striving to glorify and honor God in all I think, say, and do. When your summer reaches a close, I hope you feel immense amounts of gratitude and satisfaction as you look back on weeks spent not stressing and comparing but rather delighting in the many simplicities of and living out life.

When I applied to college, I was curious what types of classes universities offered and the quality of lectures. In writing this, I hope prospective students see the value of a Princeton education and give it a chance:

This semester, I took POL 396: International Organizations, taught by Professor James Raymond Vreeland of the Politics Department and School of Public and International Affairs (SPIA).

Among students and faculty, this class is famous for many things — including but not limited to its incorporation of music (shoutout to Bob Marley and Adele!), prizes, and movie references. When students ask one another what classes they should take next semester, this class is high on the list. Often, over 400 students clamor in the early hours of course selection, hoping to get in. 

In the course’s reviews, this class has been dubbed “truly phenomenal” and a “rarity,” with several students emphasizing “TAKE IT!!!!!” (yes — with several exclamation marks).

In truth, there is nothing I can say that would add to these reviews, but I still feel an obligation to do so because this course was genuinely one of a kind. It’s the type of class where you walk in with absolutely zero expectations, then walk out asking yourself, “what just happened?”

Substantively, I learned details about international organizations in ways that I never would have conceptualized alone. Somehow, Professor Vreeland has managed to relate Adele to the “trilemma,” the Smurfs and Gargael to economic policy, and of course, Taylor Swift to the Bretton Woods institutions. 

More practically, I learned lots of useful skills as well — such as reading data tables and writing the perfect abstract for a research paper. And of course, with every class, Prof. Vreeland’s random selector taught us how to embrace public speaking with confidence. 

This class was unique because it emphasized the value of Princeton’s community. With every lesson, I was reminded time and time again that this was the type of class I wanted to take when I applied to college. As you learn about the difficulty of credible commitments and giving up sovereignty, you also learn how to work locally — with your neighbors, friends, and classmates — to make a tangible difference.  

It is a reminder that education can be fun and collaborative. Prof. Vreeland’s emphasis on engagement, introspective reflection, student well-being, and the capacity to make a difference reiterated the value of an undergraduate education. This is the type of class where the unspoken lessons are just as important as the spoken ones.  

Usually, I spend Easter with my family. We all go to church, eat lunch at my grandparents’ house, and spend the remainder of the day resting and reflecting on our risen Savior. However, since I live a little over 10 hours away from Princeton — by car — I celebrated Easter this year with my Princeton peeps. As I look back on our Easter extravaganzas, I realize how much we actually did and all the memories we made — and how I still felt like I was surrounded by family. 

After getting all dressed up and eating breakfast at Whitman, the only residential college open before 10:00 a.m. on the weekends, my friends and I made our way to Ecclesia’s 10:00 a.m. church service. Ecclesia, located right in downtown Princeton, is one of many churches Princeton students attend. On this Easter Sunday, some Ecclesia members had hung streams of decorative flowers on the ceiling; we sang songs and heard a great message while the flowers beautifully dangled overhead. I always enjoy Ecclesia’s services, as the pastors are beyond knowledgeable and welcoming and everybody is very kind. Once service ended, we then took a group picture at an Easter-themed photo booth outside of the service/worship area. My friends and I are extremely grateful to have such a wonderful church, whose Easter message reminded us that Jesus’ resurrection marked the start of something new: the free gift of new life, one filled with never-ending grace and mercy and unified with God. 

Just as service ended around 11:30 a.m., we headed toward Sakrid Coffee Roasters, or Sakrid, a coffee shop near the Graduate Hotel, because our fantastic Residential College Adviser, or RCA, was hosting a zee-group study break there. We have zee-group study breaks very often, and they are always such a great way to catch up with everybody. Since course selection for the fall-2025 semester was the week prior, we discussed how things went — my course selection went well, but that was unfortunately not the case for some of my fellow zees. After our RCA offered us some guidance on courses, she reminded us of the sad fact that we only have a few more study breaks left. Our zee group is really close, so the thought of having a final study break is crazy to consider. (We have all decided, though, that we will still try to have some get-togethers/study breaks throughout sophomore year as well.) Although the study break at Sakrid is one of our lasts as freshmen, it was a nice time to just relax and enjoy off-campus Princeton with good friends. 

We made another trip to the town area of Princeton that night. After a much-needed nap and a good dinner at RoMa, some of my friends mentioned going out for ice cream at Halo Pub. As someone who loves all types of desserts, I was down for some ice cream! At Halo Pub, the flavor I chose was so good it was an alliteration: chocolate chocolate chip. We then walked back to our dorm hall and enjoyed our ice cream outside together. I have such a bad sweet tooth, though, so after finishing our ice cream, I suggested that we stop by Murray-Dodge Café to delight in some delicious cookies as well! At the time we went to Murray-Dodge Café, there was not a large variety of cookies, but the ones we got were still really good! Getting some sweets was definitely a solid end to a fun-filled day. 

Although I was not with my family on Easter, I would still say I was with my family – just a different kind. In my Writing Seminar, Friendship, one of the concepts I discussed in my final research paper was how friends can be family. When you are in college, away from your actual family, you notice that your friendships naturally start to feel familial, as you and your friends spend time with, support, and share love and appreciation for one another. For me, this Easter was a great reminder of both the new life we have in Jesus and the beautiful ways that friends can simultaneously be family. 

Starting over your thesis less than three months before it is due is, needless to say, not ideal. And yet, that is exactly the situation I found myself in at the start of this semester.

In early September, I had set out to research the immigration policy preferences of Latinos born in the United States. I applied for funding from the Politics Department to carry out paid interviews in order to learn more about participants’ political views and immigration backgrounds. To make a very long story short, however, due to complications in the timeline of my interviews and limitations surrounding the sample size I was able to secure, by late January, it was clear I would have to scrap the nearly forty pages I had written to change my thesis topic—and change it fast.

The day that I realized this would be the case, I started frantically sending out emails to my thesis advisor and the relevant faculty members in the Politics Department. By the next morning, I was on the phone with my thesis advisor discussing possible next steps, setting up office hours with my professor who I view as a mentor, and chatting non-stop with my close friends about what I should do. A billion worries and ideas swirled around in my head non-stop for these first twenty-four hours until I finally accepted that changing my topic would be the best course of action. After what seemed like dozens of conversations with the people around me, I settled on expanding my junior paper topic.

From the moment my thesis advisor and I settled on this decision, I spent every single day in the basement of Firestone Library compiling the research I would need to bring a new thesis together. I started the now familiar process of compiling a literature review and the possible primary sources that I would be using. My advisor helped me establish a new timeline for myself with realistic internal deadlines, and the faculty in my department reassured me that I’d have their support.

During all of this turmoil, I was not alone. I spent every day receiving support from—and giving support to—my friends. Although we were all at different stages of our writing at this point, being in each other’s company gave us not only the morale, but the accountability to do what we needed to do. This meant scheduling breaks to go get coffee or takeout, and changing locations every time we got tired of the same four walls. It meant staying up until late at night, but getting to leave the building and walk back to our dorms together. By the end of spring break, I had four out of seven chapters written. By April 13, after two months that now feel like a blur, I submitted my completed senior thesis in the tower of Firestone while surrounded by some of my closest friends and my family on the phone.

For any prospective students reading this, I want you to know that the purpose of sharing my story is not to freak you out, or to scare you away from the possibility of having to write a senior thesis while at Princeton—starting over is not by any means the norm. But if you take one thing away from my experience, it’s that even if things go wrong, the key to surviving the senior thesis is an incredible support system—one that you are guaranteed to find here at Princeton. 

Every part of my thesis journey has proven this much. From having an advisor and a department that were immediately willing to communicate with me when I started considering changing my topic, to having other professors on campus to lean on for advice and support during the process, to having friends that never stopped believing in me, to having loved ones back home that were always willing to answer the phone when I felt like crying—despite the enormous obstacle that I faced, I made it through as a testament to the support system I had around me. In the end, I submitted a thesis that I am proud of given the time that I had, and I feel excited about the prospect of doing research again in the future. I know the thesis seems intimidating, but believe me when I say that you will always find people who want you to succeed—and you will.

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The school year is officially coming to an end. Reading Period is underway, finals are approaching, and most importantly, summer is right around the corner. Although classes and lots of activities seem to be winding down, I have found that opportunities for me to try something new definitely have not! Over the past several weeks, just from trying new things, I have gained a better appreciation particularly for trivia, my residential college, and the arts at Princeton. 

One Wednesday near the beginning of April, I tagged along with a friend to PSEC, or Princeton Student Events Committee, Trivia Night at Frist Campus Center, and let me just say, we did not leave empty-handed. Upon arriving, we spontaneously ran into a few other friends and created a team with them. Our team name was the definition of intimidating: Tra La La. As each round passed, we “Tra La Laud” our way to victory, finishing in 3rd place overall. Such meant that we not only earned bragging rights but also got to select from a range of prizes, from a heated blanket to a box of cupcakes to an edible arrangement — I got a dope beach towel! PSEC Trivia Night was honestly so much fun, but the fun did not stop there. 

Every Wednesday at 9:30 p.m., Rocky College holds its own Trivia Night — all students are always welcome, regardless of whether they are affiliated with Rocky — and since PSEC Trivia finished just as Rocky Trivia was about to start, we victoriously made our way toward the Holder arches to keep the trivia fun going. Now, I do have to confess: I am a proud Rockyite, but I had never actually gone to Trivia Night before. I had always wanted to go but just never gotten around to going. Thus, I was grateful for the chance to finally try out a long-held weekly tradition of my residential college with some good friends.

After the first round, though, I quickly learned that PSEC Trivia Night was child’s play compared to Rocky Trivia Night. At Rocky Trivia, if a team gets more than three questions of each ten-or-so-question round correct, then they are doing really well. Nonetheless, that is what trivia nights are all about: you and your friends can be completely clueless together and still have a great time. At the end of Rocky Trivia, Tra La La was far from 3rd place, but nothing will ever stop the Tra-La-La trivia spirit! Besides, the winners of that night’s Rocky Trivia did not get a beach towel or an edible arrangement; so, I think we are the real winners here ;). 

Nevertheless, I have not just become more appreciative of trivia and Rocky, but by attending various performing arts events, I have also gotten to celebrate the beauty of dance and music at Princeton. Before Princeton, I could probably count on one hand the number of dance shows I had been to, but over the past few weeks, as many campus dance groups have their annual or semester show in either March or April, I feel like I have danced the night away! I know many Princetonians who like to bust a move: my Residential College Adviser, or RCA, is the President of Más Flow (Latin dance), one of my closest friends is a part of the Black Arts Company (BAC, hip-hop), and a number of my Christian Union Nova peeps are members of Six14 (Christian/liturgical dance, contemporary to hip-hop). Throughout March and April, I went to performances for each of these groups, and they are all beyond talented — if you ever want to join a dance group, there are definitely plenty to choose from that will be glad to have you. Just like with dance shows, however, I could also count on one hand the number of musical performances I had seen before coming to Princeton. The other week, I went to the senior piano performance of my Peer Academic Adviser, or PAA, who is majoring in music. Saying that she is “good” is an extreme understatement. She has such a love for music, which radiated during her entire performance. I was simply blown away by all the events I went to, ultimately gaining a stronger appreciation for the performing arts in general, not just those at Princeton. 

Let this be an encouragement for you to try something new! Anything from trivia to performing arts to taking a class outside of your academic comfort zone to dabbling in a new hobby can be a great avenue for discovery, and honestly, some good fun — as long as whatever you are trying is legal, ethical, and wise… be smart, and make good choices ;)! Trying something new does not have to be scary, as taking risks is oftentimes what helps us grow the most. 

When I first heard that Princeton requires all A.B. students, or those who plan to earn a Bachelor of Arts, to obtain — at minimum — a 107/108-level proficiency in a foreign language, I just felt bummed out and a little frustrated. Up to that point, I had already taken three years of elementary Spanish and thought my foreign-language time had peacefully come to an end. Well… I was wrong. So, after taking Princeton’s Spanish placement test during my pre-frosh summer, I grudgingly signed up for Spanish 101 and sighed at the thought of the three long semesters ahead of me — side note: I actually placed into Spanish 102, but that was just because of my lucky guessing skills! ;) 

Spanish 101 was my very first class at Princeton. As I walked into that McCosh Hall classroom, I honestly felt like Dorothy experiencing the Land of Oz for the first time, not just because I was entering my first class on my first day of college, but mainly due to the daunting narrative I had created in my head: “This is Princeton-level Spanish; this is not rural high-school Spanish where you may spend a whole month or two trying to master a set of vocabulary or reviewing one verb tense.” Needless to say, I was hesitant of “Princeton Spanish,” having no earthly idea of what to expect and not really knowing if I wanted to find out.

Upon meeting and getting to know my professors and classmates, though, all my fears were thrown out the window. My Spanish 101 class consisted of two professors, with one in charge of teaching the first month of class and the other one leading from then on. Both of my professors were from Spain and did a phenomenal job at teaching us beginners the foundations of Spanish, like the alphabet, common verbs, and common cultural customs. They were well aware of our toddler-like level of comprehension and were always very encouraging of us, helping us to not only notice our mistakes but to also genuinely learn from them. Thus, as my classmates and I grew to embrace our imperfections, we simultaneously grew closer to one another. In Spanish 101, most conversations revolve around personal interests and day-to-day routines, so as classes went by, my classmates and I gained a stronger understanding and appreciation of both Spanish and each other. By the end of the semester, I had developed a real desire to know Spanish, not just seeing the language as a “requirement” but rather as a radiant world of growth, and I know that is largely thanks to the wonderful professors and classmates who continually challenged and supported me. 

Now, as freshman year comes to a close, so does my time in Spanish 102. Spanish 102 has been just as impactful and family-like as Spanish 101 and more! Because we are now no longer toddlers, our Spanish 102 classes are taught solely in Spanish. I can gladly say that my ability to both comprehend and speak Spanish have substantially improved through the immersive environment of Spanish 102. Every week, we take part in an “improvisational exercise” where each of us is assigned a role and has a one-on-one 10-minute conversation in Spanish with another classmate who has an opposing role — role A with role B. The role-A students do not know the situation of the role-B students — and vice versa — so there never fails to be lots of laughs! I always enjoy these exercises because they enable us to practice recently-covered vocabulary and grammar in a fun yet instructive manner. As a result, just like Spanish 101, I have so much love and gratitude for my Spanish 102 peeps! My outstanding professor is from Mexico, and my classmates are from diverse backgrounds and are involved in a range of activities across campus. I am beyond grateful for the progress and memories I have made through my Spanish 102 class. 

So, if you cannot tell, my perception of Spanish has changed drastically since arriving at Princeton. What I once saw as “three painful semesters,” I now see as “three transformative semesters.” I have enjoyed my Spanish classes so much that I am even considering studying abroad next year in a Spanish-speaking country or possibly minoring in Spanish! Who would have thought that a language requirement of all things would open up a whole new avenue of interest?

Learning a new language, as my professors say, is a “productive struggle.” I still have a great deal to learn, and regardless of where I end up in my Spanish journey, I will always be thankful that Princeton helped me reconsider an area of interest I was ready to leave behind. 

“I just got into Princeton,” a sentence I repeatedly uttered aloud in pure astonishment and bewilderment the night decisions were released — and those feelings still have not worn off! Opening my Princeton-acceptance letter will always be one of my most cherished memories, but I cannot gloss over the many uncertainties and ambivalent emotions that led up to and followed that letter. 

All throughout the second half of my senior year — and even while I put together my application — I had kind of convinced myself that there was no way I would get into a school like Princeton, often thinking, “Tens of thousands of amazing people apply every year. The acceptance rates are very low. Once in a blue moon does anyone from my high school go to an Ivy League school.” In spite of my doubts, though, there was always a slimmer of hope. I prayed about my college decisions, and I knew that wherever I ended up would be where the Lord called me to be, ultimately resting assured that I had done my best and He would do the rest. I applied to a few top schools just to see what would happen, and I had confidence that everything was going to work out according to His perfect plan. 

Well, after decision day and internalizing the fact that this whole Princeton thing was actually happening, my family and I signed up to attend Princeton Preview, which is a full day dedicated to introducing admitted students and their families to the beauty of Princeton. I remember the first time I set foot on Princeton’s campus was the evening before Preview. As my family and I walked through FitzRandolph Gate — NOT through the one big gate in the dead center! — and took in ol’ Nassau Hall, I looked to my parents and aunt, who spontaneously tagged along with us because she was off from work for a few days, and said, “I cannot believe I got into this school….” 

Overall, Preview was fun and really helped me envision what my life at Princeton would look like, but there was still one important question that needed answering before I could seal the deal on Princeton: How much is this school going to cost? About a week after Preview, my family and I received my financial-aid package from Princeton. Well, let me just say that when we saw the amount, we were so grateful that we could have probably done backflips off of each other. Words cannot express how generous Princeton is — do not let finances keep you from applying! In the following days, I officially committed to Princeton. 

Amid all the excitement surrounding my acceptance and enrollment into Princeton, though, there was just as much fear and nervousness. I was fearful of the unknown and nervous about what was to come and how people might engage with me, especially as a small-town Southerner going to an Ivy League school more than 10 hours from home and all the worries that entails. During this time, my faith definitely played a crucial role in dealing with all the thoughts, emotions, and decisions with which I was wrestling. The Lord never leaves us and is always there for us throughout the good, the bad, and all that is in-between. As Carrie Underwood would say, I just had to let Jesus take the wheel, realizing that He has a plan and a purpose for me attending Princeton. Although I was undoubtedly scared and completely clueless of what to expect, I knew I could find security in His everlasting peace and presence.

This blog is kind of a general summary of my “Princeton process” —  I will probably go more in depth on individual parts in future blogs — but I tell it to you in hopes that you may be able to relate to some of my experiences and can find some clarity despite all the chaos you may currently be facing. I said this in a previous blog and will say it again because it is so important to remember: everything is going to be okay. Your college decisions may or may not have turned out as you liked, but I hope you can find some solace in the fact that God has a plan and a purpose for your life — you just have to choose to give Him control and to trust Him. I know it is not easy, and disappointment definitely stings. Nonetheless, never forget that you are loved and will be able to overcome any obstacle that comes your way.

You may not share the same beliefs as me, but I would like to leave you with a Bible verse that has always brought and continues to bring me comfort and reassurance:

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

• Jeremiah 29:11

   

Wishing you nothing but the best with your college decisions!