Category: Reflections

Growing Up Chomsky

Childhood as linguistics lab.

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Technology: A Bridge Across Continents and Oceans

“I didn’t have too much faith in technology to bridge such an enormous distance gap. There was no way that crackling audio or pixelated video could rival the warmth of human presence.”

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Turning Twenty

“What was so different about turning twenty? It means I have passed something. That is to say, I have disappointed already. Former promise has resigned itself.”

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Telescoping Memories

To halve and to hold.

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A View of Reunions from Behind the Scenes

Behind the scenes of Princeton’s annual alumni event, a small number of dedicated student trucking teams work tirelessly to keep Reunions running smoothly. Responsible for driving a fleet of large box trucks, crews of student truckers single-handedly transport all of … Read More

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In the Temporality of Chalk

“Through my chalk drawing, I wanted to engage with the concept of fluidity and a flexible present. What if the priority was not permanence, but the process?”

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Carbon Copy

Breaking your face is not like breaking your arm or your leg. Granted, I have never broken my arm or my leg so maybe I am just falsely assuming things here, but I can only imagine that when you break those parts of your body, it’s more of a functional issue than anything else.

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Confessions VI

Telescoped.

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Ghosts of Berggasse 19

“You are buzzed in after a moment, as if you are entering a doctor’s office, as if you are a patient, as if the Freud, whose eyes stare out from the tiers of brochures in the museum’s front room, will tell you in due time what your dreams mean.”

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Triplet Trepidations

Coming from New Jersey, where my home and parents are only an easy hour and a half drive away, my transition to college was easier than most—at least in theory.

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“Never Travel Far, Without a Little Big Star”

Big Star are sacred to me – a summer devotional, everything that John Cusack and Emilio Estevez could never be for me, a holy confessor and mentor. I would be surprised if that other late auteur of American adolescence, John … Read More

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Violet Marmur ’22 Reflection

“I was attracted to this accepting community, a space for anyone to express themselves and their thoughts beyond pure academics.”

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