"Because the last time we parted ways Was in the upstairs lobby of McCosh."
"Could the old man in the banana suit, sitting across from me in the corner of the train, mumbling obscenities, half-caked in his own vomit..."
"On the long last day of his life, the Buddha sat perfectly still."
"My fellow Americans..."
You guess it started in middle school when you really related to that photosynthesis unit in intro Biology
Did you know? I'm in a philosophy of language class.
There's nothing worse than a bad roommate.
Jen is president of Princeton Young Democrats and Woody Woo Major, ’18. She interned for an assistant to the assistant of a staffer in Elizabeth Warren’s Massachusetts office, is “with her,” metaphorically and literally; she wears a locket with Hilary’s face in it at all times.
How we came to live life in red, yellow, and green.
Human connection is beautiful, but one must remember not to dampen that burgeoning fire by committing the greatest sin of all friendships: forgetting a name.
But Your Mother Will Insist You Do
Any school child knows that Neil Armstrong was the first man to sit in an Adirondack chair on the moon, but few know the story of its humble roots as a wee embryo in the mind of Thomas Lee.