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Hello, My Name Is ______.

I was seventeen. A senior second semester saturated with drugs, alcohol and bad decisions written off as “youth” had ended in a hospital bed on prom night, and, subsequently, in daily, forced AA meetings. I’d thought I was on top of the world: going to an Ivy League school, surrounded by friends, graduating top of my class.

by Anonymous on December 5, 2013February 15, 2014

All the World’s a Stage

Getting tickets was a nightmare—the chances were slim to nothing. One in a quarter billion. But somehow, the odds worked in your favor. Seems pretty arbitrary, if you ask me. You were offered a front row seat under one condition—you would stay for all of it.

by Lily Offit on April 26, 2014April 27, 2014

The House I Grew Up In

When I walk down Witherspoon Street away from the iconic FitzRandolph Gate that shelters Princeton University students from the town around them, my feet head toward the place that feels most like home. If it is a beautiful sunny day … Read More

by Lianna Kissinger-Virizlay on October 22, 2009March 17, 2013

Being Fed Up Is A Privilege

“…he could never have seen the Haitian man as a human being with a history, dreams and aspirations. He had been trained to see him simply as the object of his violence.”

by Gil Joseph on October 31, 2021October 30, 2021

Loosening the Mother Tongue

“When I learned about the darker history of Zionism, I needed to reverse so much of what I thought to be true while undoing my deepest personal and communal language. Like leaving a cult, my whole world was turned upside down as I tried to gather the pieces of what was once a coherent story.”

by Zev Mishell on February 26, 2023

The Earl of Knuckle Sandwich

Someone punched me in the face.

by Guy Johnston on November 21, 2013November 23, 2013

Jeff Bezos Launches Us to 1892

A Nass writer meditates on staggering levels of income inequality amidst excesses of wealth.

by Sam Bisno on August 1, 2021July 31, 2021

Bickering Ivy

I always assumed that I would join an eating club, but put no effort into understanding the process of joining. As such, I found myself in a foreign country, learning that I had not only missed the first round of sign-ins, but that bicker started immediately after break.

by Cezanne Simon on April 25, 2013April 28, 2013

My Recollections of the Founding of Nassau Weekly

“I am quite overwhelmed and somewhat surprised that something that I helped get off the ground over as generation ago is still relevant and cherished over 40 years later”

by Andrew C. Rose on April 14, 2019April 14, 2019


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