Homesick New England soph: If Tom Brady retires before I graduate I’m dropping out.
Overheard in Whitman
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My Drugs
In a ‘very special issue’ of the Nassau Weekly, we’re attempting to tackle one of the most controversial topics in recent history: drugs. Are we the first publication to do this? No. Will we be the last? I mean, I’d be surprised to see anyone else approach the taboo with as much tact and grace…
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High on Laced Marijuana on Princeton Campus
“Everytime I looked down at my cigarette, it was just as long as it had been the last time I checked. She then moved on to telling me about her internship.”
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A Note on Drugs & Discipline from an Overcautious Schoolgirl
Identity and substance use collide during a boarding school drug bust
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Sexy Pablo
“To Colombians, he was a terrorist. But in the eyes of the rest of the world, he’s a Criminal Mastermind. The question is, why?”
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Old Friend
“There might still be a picture of me and Sam on his fridge from that year. We’re wearing red caps, all smiles, and holding autographed baseballs in clear plastic cubes.”
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A Note from the Editor-In-Chief
The other week, a dealer–who up until this point had seemed demure and cryptically cosmopolitan in this very European way–messaged me, “In years past, I had everything all the time.” Me and my friends laughed for a while. Then, things got quiet, and we spent the evening very sober. The Nass “Drug Issue” split off…
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Digging into Geo-Exchange
Princeton’s newest way to fight climate change involves a lot of drilling. Are we ready for it?
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Spawning Season: Full Design
The Nass wakes up and it’s spring again. Time for making movies, holding doors, and generating power.
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Speaking Japanese
“These days, learning a language feels particularly significant and necessary. Learning a language: a small multiplication of life in a world of multiplying death.”
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Books, My Old Flame: Reading, Regurgitating, and Reconnecting with Literature
A Nass writer sets out to repair an estranged relationship with reading.
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Lullaby Loon
If you find yourself forgetting how to breathe, do not be afraid. Leave the stones in your throat and learn to rise with the croaking loons, drifting as they do and as they have since the beginning of time. Or since the beginning of this lake. When the land parted and stones dropped down the…
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A Summer Unveiling Soviet Dreams: Leif Haase on the Nass’s Journalistic Pursuits
Reflecting on the magazine’s since defunct Soviet Studies department with a Nass alum
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I Want to Become Who I Was: Reflections on Filmmaking
Singapore, Sandi Tan’s Shirkers, and making a movie at nineteen
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La Jolie Sorcière
“As my eyes traced the fabric on the seat, I wondered what bébé Claude would think if he knew we were mingling with his murderer.”