Dear reader, I’m rubbernecking, realizing the distance between me and the blazing highway wreck is wiry thin. I look into the fire as if I can see into it, gazing at an ending rather than just melting metal. There is always a source, someone or something before. Before the wreck, a tumble. Before the day,…
While walking behind Nassau Hall, I saw a single piece of paper fall from a second-floor window above me. It started towards the ground slowly, and I watched as torrents of air swept the paper left and right and up and down. It was like a paper ballet, choreographed and performed for my eyes only.…
Four years ago this June, Shirley Tilghman told Princeton’s graduating class: During your time at Princeton, many of you have been moved to speak out on issues of social and political importance, from the moral significance of a pre-emptive war, to the pros and cons of senatorial filibusters, to the needs of low-wage workers on…
“We definitely weren’t the favorites going into this,” senior and captain Casey Riley said. “But we pulled it out.” Riley wasn’t exaggerating. The women’s squash team, by many counts, was not the favorite to win this year’s Howe Cup.
The news that the British media—perhaps the world’s most ferociously unscrupulous—kept Prince Harry’s presence in Afghanistan a secret for ten weeks shocked the world. But as soon as the story broke, he was pulled off the front lines and sent home.
Dear all, Since we came to Princeton in the fall of 2020, this little paper has remained a constant source of inspiration, camaraderie, and much mirth. We’re honored to usher in the 46th volume of the Nassau Weekly. As the Nass celebrates its first year of full financial and editorial independence, we welcome…