Boy 1: Who is that blond girl in Cottage in your profile picture? She was in my Dostoevsky seminar.
Boy 2: She’s one of my best friends.
Boy 1: I feel like club sailing has some of the most diverse affiliations.
Overheard by elevator
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Putting People on Stage: Pursuing Equity Through the Choreographic Process
A senior thesis reimagines the relationship between choreographer and dancer.
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The Construction of Concealment: Princeton’s Geo-Exchange System and Why We Can’t See It
What do we miss when we complain about construction?
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Telescoping Cavity
To telescope, we begin with 300 words, then slice the word count in half for each successive section. We stop when the numbers stop dividing evenly. This week, four Nass writers telescope the word “cavity.” Charlie Nuermberger (cn0260) CW: Suicide It’s really beautiful, under the gas station canopy lights, when snow falls, and…
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Take a Leave of Absence: It’s Easier Than You Think
A Nass writer investigates why and how students take leaves—and what it’s like to be gone.
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For Your Consideration: Full Design
This week, the Nass spends its leave of absence filming movies in Greece, attending tone-deaf plays, and growing an extra hand.
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Orange Juice 1989
“Orange-wet fingers and the acid is on her eyes, on her cheeks, running down with the tears and cheap makeup. My father reaches toward her—she is wearing a black silk headband, and he tries to pull it from her hair to wipe her eyes. She yells at him in Greek and he retracts.”
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Cardboard, White Tears, and the Inevitability of the British: The Jungle at St. Ann’s Warehouse
A play that claims to portray the authentic refugee experience . . . for fifty-two dollars.
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River, river, I’m broken/sinking down
It’s 4 in the morning and you’re pulling at my bedsheets again. I’d like to think I’m the boulder willing river water into a million little Vs, the shapes of teeth on parted lip, buzzing. In my memory, you appear on my doorstep dripping, shoes tied up with seaweed and pockets weighed down with shells.…
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Letter to a Professor (From a Disgruntled Parent-Donor)
Dear Lecherous Lecturer Precious Professor, Happy winter. I heard you’re in Vail? Hope the slopes are not destroying your knees. I’m reeling from the news that you gave a D to my son Robert “Torie” George Junior (I abstain from putting pronouns, because obviously). I know that Torie always speaks his mind, his heartfelt opinions.…
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On The Road With Cinderella
The Tigers’ improbable March Madness run—from the perspective of a cheerleader.
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Oh, the Humanities!: Full Design
This week, the Nass gives into its worst impulses, partakes in regional delicacies, and watches carriages turn to pumpkins.
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Imperfect Spaces: The Function of Closeness in Kar-wai’s In the Mood for Love and on Princeton’s Campus
How space cultivates affection, or quells it.