LIVEBLOG: Dean’s Date, Spring 2017

2:50 pm – Murray Dodge

If you are looking to waste both time and money, here is a hidden internet gem of Princeton:

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COS professor Kevin Wayne offers an extremely thorough review of almost every culinary institution in this great college town of ours. It is an extremely thorough resource, even including reviews of places like the C-Store, a hallmark of fine dining:

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Eat away,


(h/t WG’17)

2:42 pm – BS Section, Firestone

Looking for my last paper source, I came across the BS section of Firestone.


Curious what books warranted this unfortunate call number, I did some investigating. Turns out, it’s one of the least BS-y sections in Firestone: the Bible section.

I was still determined to find BS in the rows of ultra-serious titles.

I thought I found it when I saw the title, Exclusive Inclusivity.


But then I remembered the nature of Princeton’s extracurriculars and realized exclusive inclusivity couldn’t be called complete BS.

Then, I thought I saw a title in Comic Sans on the bottom row.

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Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t actually Comic Sans but another bad, elementary school Powerpoint font. Still not verifiable BS though, as the true BS font is Comic Sans.

Finally, I thought I found it in a book titled The Aroma of Righteousness.

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That screams BS, right? Then I remembered the scent of French toast last night at 11 pm, and I realized there could be a scent of righteousness: late night breakfast on Dean’s Date Eve.

Now I realize this post is the actual BS.

Let this be a lesson: what appears to be BS may not actually be BS. May your Dean’s Date papers be as BS-less as the BS section of Firestone.


1:45 pm – Firestone

The thesis of my paper is always changing and so are the hottest fashion trends. Coming this fall to lawnparties…

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(c/o ZCB ’14)


12:10 pm – My Safari thru campus 4.0

This is a fragile time for everyone. But if anything can help, maybe it’s this list of recent Safari searches that will remind us all that, sometimes, school can’t teach you what you really need to know. Maybe google can. Here’s what a few of our classmates are contemplating less than 5 hours before the deadline:

Amazon’s I Love Dick

Does drake even know how to smoke weed?

Beer for dummies cheat sheet

How to draw a shark

Ate a chilly pepper and can’t feel my face

How do you stop the chili pepper burn

Diarrhea from eating a chili pepper


Doing somersaults down a big hill in the nude

Arugula piña colada smoothie

What is Dean’s Date?


Keep thinking deeply.



11:10 am – Princeton Public Library (underrated study location)

Dean’s Date is dead & was replaced by a look alike: a conspiracy theory thread

now before some of you come at me with a “this isn’t true” “how can y’all believe this” ITS A CONSPIRACY THEORY.

here’s a picture i made comparing a Dean’s Date from the Orange Key tour guide to Dean’s Date right now

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okay yes obviously the world can actually end in the span of a few years but like … just saying


6:52 am – another realm of existence


Good morning, everyone :) it’s Tuesday morning, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and our papers are written. Mostly. I still haven’t slept.


5:40 am – still in the Wilcox dorms nobody has ever heard about and probably the only person still awake on campus

Self-care is playing those cool pixel games from my childhood at 5:40 in the morning.


4:10 am – back in the Wilcox dorms nobody has ever heard about

Still awake? Lost for words as you type aimlessly in Google Docs? Feeling particularly alone on this fine Tuesday morning? Don’t worry–we’re still awake. Or at least, I am.

Update on Juston the pot-dealer: he’s on 483 words out of 4000.


Relatable, Juston. Relatable.


2:20 am – 1901 Hall (AKA Sunday Funday Central)

“The Princeton class of 1998 set the Guinness World Record for the Largest Gathering of People Wearing Tennis Outfits on June 1st, 2013 with 252 folks fully donned in tennis gear.”



2:07 am – the void of 1937 (both the year and the hall work)

(Disclaimer: the following may or may not be a pot-selling–no, not drug-dealing–advertisement for fellow Zees. Sometimes the capitalistic machine grips you and doesn’t let go. Also these are really cool pots.)

ME: I think my only question is…why?

KATIE SCHNEER, ‘20: We are the messiahs of centripetal motion. Does that represent your feelings as well, Juston?

JUSTON FORTE, ‘20: What?

KS: That we’re the messiahs of centripetal motion.

JF: No.

ME: What represents your feelings, Juston?

JF: Well, there’s nothing else to do, and it’s a good way to procrastinate.

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ME: How many pots do you guys make a week?

JUSTON: Not many. (Author’s note: I don’t believe this.)

ME: What’s the numerical value for ‘not many’?

KS: I would say–

JF: One.

KS: First semester, I probably made like four, and now I probably make like…half a pot. So like a pot every two weeks.

ME: Is that more pots than the average person?
JF: Most likely.

KS: I mean, I don’t know. I don’t think enough data exists at this time.

ME: Any lasting impressions about pots during your current Princeton career? Any shoutouts for our amazing RCA?

KS: Yeah, David Mazumder ‘17 is amazing.

JF: Spirit of Princeton. Definitely deserves it.

ME: Not saying Wilcox is the best Zee group. (Author’s note: Because journalism is objective.)


KS: Also we sell pots! Hit us up.

ME: I wonder what that pot price is.

KEVIN LIU ‘20: Is it per ounce?

KS: Negotiable.

JF: The price depends on how much they value our art.

KS: And then we negotiate from there.

JF: It hinges upon the fact that they have to judge our art and apply a numerical value to it.

KS: First you need to teach them how to appreciate pots.

ME: Can you see your pots in the Princeton art museum in a thousand years when the university has crumbled?
JF: We can. We have to die first though.

KS: No live potters–

JF: –ever get shown in museums.

Please direct all pot-buying questions to pot-dealers and if interested.


1:06 am – Despair 

We’re all just leeches in a jar…


12:57 am – Rocky Mathey Library

I got one more belated response to “cute texts from your parents.” This one deserves an update of its own:

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Thank you for your present presence!


12:44 am – Forbes

While the Holder Howl seemed to have been pretty weak–and the Whitman Wail didn’t even happen–Forbes students have improvised an event to pick up the slack: “the Forbes F*ck.”

According to the organizers of the Forbes F*ck, students gathered behind the Main Inn and shouted “F*ck” at midnight.

Is this the new Dean’s Date tradition to put all other Dean’s Date traditions to shame? Probably not, but it happened.


12:23 AM – Holder Courtyard

Here it is, your 2016-17 Spring Holder Howl:


“I think the Holder Howl is a great Princeton tradition and really helps with my mental health,” Bilal Mubarak ’20 said.

“It sorta sucked though,” he added.


12:15 AM – Whitman Courtyard

It is to my deepest sadness that to report that there was no Whitman whale this midnight. I soon realized this after I was the only one screaming in the courtyard. I also realized that this wasn’t the first time I was screaming by myself in the middle of the night.


12:04 AM – Wilson Courtyard

May I present to you, exclusive footage of the Wilson Whimper–all four people who attended.



12:00 AM- 48 University Place

I have entered the shadow realm.


11:48 pm —On iMessage 

An extremely profane Dean’s Date pump-up message is currently circulating around campus via iMessage. The origins of this emoji-laden message is unknown, but the Press Club promises a thorough investigation. Feel free to send any and all tips to us at

Here is the message (WARNING: NSFW):

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Thanks to CNV ’18 for passing along.


11:10 pm – Mathey Late-Night Breakfast

In honor of the Dean’s Date angst setting in, I asked students what they would title their papers if their professors wouldn’t see them:

“Cash me on the course evaluations, how ’bout dah?” – JJ ’20

“My Bullshit Response to Your Bullshit Prompt” – SK ’20

“The Reason You Don’t Take 4 Seminars in 1 Semester” – MR ’20

“nO, YoU MaKE aN ARGuMeNT abOUT abOUT aN obJEcT oR mONuMeNT oN pRInCEtoN’s CAmpUs!” – AL ’20

In honor of the Spongebob meme:


“Can I Venmo you for an A?” -NA ’20

“I sold my soul to the devil for this” -JC ’20, a little too seriously

“Grades Are a Social Construct” -JJ ’20

And, one that hit a little too close to home:

“When you’re just trying to enjoy your breakfast and this white bitch won’t stop asking you for a Dean’s Date paper title” -EF ’19, AW ’20

:’) Everyone loves to hate the media.


10:11 pm – Spelman Hall

EXCLUSIVE sneak peak at this year’s Valedictorian on Dean’s Date – she let us into her private quarters on the condition that we stick around with tissue paper in case her mask drips.



-MH + AW, your investigative duo on Dean’s Date

9:58pm – Forbes, Forbesia

Hi, it’s your UPC foreign correspondent CW here, reporting live from the Forbes Bureau.

It’s time for Late Night Breakfast here at Forbes—now through 11:30—because Forbes is crazy. Forbes does breakfast at night. Forbes knows no boundaries. Forbes takes your expectations and says, “These expectations are dumb.”

What’s that? Other dining halls have Late Night Breakfast too? Never mind then…


9:47 pm – the floor of Holder Hall

I usually love a good Lisa Frank meme, but today, all of the rainbow cheer just seems insensitive.


If my coffee was strong, would I be lying on the floor of my dorm room, trying to take a nap but too stressed to fall asleep? If my Monday was short, would I pass any of my classes? Lisa Frank, peak insensitivity.


Pretty tone-deaf to bring up climate change right now.


Dear Lisa Frank, have you heard of this fun website:


Don’t tell me to smile.


You and me both, Lisa. You and me both.

For bonus points, check out this crazy video of Lisa Frank where, like Sia, she does not show her face. Lisa Frank did it first!


“If I was a drug addict, how could I have possibly done all this?” – Lisa Frank


9:18 pm – Edwards Hall

When I stepped foot into Princeton, I promised myself that I would never become an academic who uses words like “versimillitude” and “extralinguistic,” which I may or may not have used in my JP…

I set out to find the most ridiculously academic, convoluted, jargon-y phrases I could find on this Dean’s Date eve. Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t an arduous search. Here is an aggregation of the most pedagogic responses:

Even from the grave, fallen kin often haunt their descendants in the form of Social Darwinist reversion, recapitulationism, and anthropological criminology.” – LZ ‘20

“In this sense, the painting can be viewed as a progression from certainty in the form of realism to to uncertainty in the form of abstraction.” – GF ‘17

“In clarifying the temporal point at which the state’s interest in fetal life prevailed over the woman’s interest in bodily autonomy—and therefore subjecting the woman to regulation at an earlier point in gestation—Texarkana holds “pre-viable” fetuses in higher moral regard than the Court did in Roe and Casey.” – MG ‘20

The concept of the human condition is what connects us to and proves the verity of reality. Such things as birth, conflict, and mortality proves the reality of human’s Earth.”- LE ‘20

If the question is simply “Why?” then our answers are infinite—and some of them quite obvious.” – LS ‘18

“Ostensibly, there’s a non-zero likelihood that in some instances of the assignment of written argumentation in response to a given prompt, specifically those whose projected date of completion is the second Tuesday after the end of semester, this author has produced utterances with such winding structure as to obscure the intended meaning of an argument to such a degree that the reader, at a loss for understanding but in awe of the apparent cogency of the utterance, cannot help but respond to the argument with a relatively favorable evaluation of performance, namely, a grade of A-.” – MS ’17 (authenticity unverifiable)


8:57 pm – Spelman hall (writing my last page of my last paper ever in my college career)

Did you know that each graduating Princeton senior receives a “challenge coin”?

I didn’t until going through the senior checkout fair last week, and was handed this coin:

















The basic idea is that you carry it on you at all times. (So you don’t forget that you’re a Princeton alum, from the Great Class of X, and oh, while you’re at it, please make a donation and pay your class dues.)

If you meet a Princeton alum somewhere beyond the Bubble, you’re supposed to whip out your coin to prove that you’re a real tiger. And if they can’t whip out their own coin, they have to buy you a drink.


8:48 pm – outside J Street (afraid to enter)

Because my politics essay can write itself, I’m going to scroll through my YouTube history.

I got a hankering for cute animal videos last night in Firestone. Here’s one of a grizzly bear jumping into a swimming pool:


Here is my personal favorite, of a big slobbery dog even heavier than my despair:


Lastly, I don’t know if anyone else is a fan of Billy Eichner, but he is distracting and loud enough to keep me awake all night:




7:34 pm – hard bench in my room (discomfort helps you stay awake)

It’s the day after Mother’s Day. In the flurry of mom-themed social media and articles, I find myself really missing my parents. I revisited my texts with my mom and also asked some friends for the cutest text exchanges they’ve had with their parents since they’ve been at Princeton. Here are some of the messages to perk you up or maybe make you somewhat nostalgic this sad, weather-confused day:

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7:17 pm – the dorms in Wilcox that nobody knows exist

As you hunker down for what will inevitably be the longest and most grueling night of your life (until the next Dean’s Date, that is), you might be in want of a soundtrack for your pain:


6:55 pm – Marquand Library

If you are worried that your dean’s date assignments are slowly floating towards the bizarre/nonsensical/absurd as the hours whittle away, don’t fret, just watch this video and realize whatever you submit is far from the most insane thing someone has submitted on Dean’s Date:

(I know that we have shared this before on the live blog but it is just so good and demands being revisited each Dean’s Date. It is a Princeton masterpiece. Long Live Kuchar!)


6:45 pm – Whitman Library

Can we talk about the fact that this big-ass kinetic tiger sculpture has been sitting outside Whit Lib for this entire year with no explanation? What… why…is it?

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5:46 pm – Firestone Café

Needlessly looking at books is the last thing most Princetonians want to do right now, but spine reading is a sport of its own. The newly café-d Tiger Den in Firestone has a quirk you might not have noticed: it’s full of books about women.

A Survey of the Woman Problem. The White Goddess. Three Wise Virgins. What are these volumes even doing in the same section, you might wonder?

I could have made this post a rant about the Library of Congress Classification System and how it literally stacks the American conception of womanhood in neatly typed titles next to each other. Volumes full of them, as Mitt Romney might say.

Instead, I invite you to let your tired eyes read between the shelves and laugh about sexism for the first time in a while.

1. Luckily, there are only two volumes necessary to master womanhood.


2. “The trouble with  women is men.” Sounds well meaning, but somehow still offensive.


3. “The Sum of Feminine Achievement” – a fun, quick read.


4. Dostoevsky’s Wife = Anna Dostoevskaya. Tolstoy’s wife = Sophia Tolstaya.


5. “Live Alone and Like It” or “Women Who Don’t Meet Susan Patton’s Expectations.”


6. De Beauvoir’s “The Second Sex” isn’t thrilled about her shelf-mate.


7. Only “good women” are worthy of defense, clearly.


8. New requirement for female ORF majors: “What Every Woman Should Know About ƒinance”

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10. …


11. “Good women”  take up a lot of shelf space.


12. Their main rival are “women of some importance.”


13. Men = Men. Women = Virgins.


14. “Wife no. 19” is not to be mistaken with “The Twenty-seventh Wife,” is not to be mistaken with Tolstoy’s Wife.


15. My personal favorite, “Professions Accessible to Women” by someone named Chauvin.



5:38 – The Syllabus

Final Paper Assignment:

In 8 – 10 single spaced pages, analyze this video using methods discussed in class:

Remember that the final paper makes up 90% of your final grade.

(P.S. Much to my disappointment, is not a real website.)


5:07 PM – Chancellor Green Cafe

I told my crush I liked them through a Spotify playlist :)

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 5:00 PM – Firestone’s most comfortable couch 

The Dean’s Date LiveBlog has long been the crowning achievement of every Press Club semester.

Ok, not really. But for whatever reason it’s the main thing most of campus knows us for. . . so. . . HERE GOES:

We, too, are crying silent tears of anguish at the thousands of words left to write. We, too, are staring at blank Word documents until the edges begin to blur. We, too, are setting up camp in the bowels of Firestone to await the early morning light.

We, like you, are procrastinating. But one thing we will never procrastinate on is providing your one ray of hope amidst an atmosphere of impending doom. The (in?)famous Dean’s Date LiveBlog is back. Prepare yourselves for continuous updates for the next 24 hours.

Serious journalism never takes a break. Neither do we. Here’s a Vine:

-LS & EA

“Thank you, thank you, thank you”: The Strange World of Senior Thesis Acknowledgments

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Turn to the second or third page of a Princeton senior thesis to the acknowledgments section. It is usually between the title page and the table of contents, though sometimes the table of contents comes right before. The acknowledgments are typically what the reader will read first, and maybe even last, too, if you’re like me and on this mission. For example, these acknowledgments in a thesis called “BFFs on the Big Screen: A Study of Friendship and Gender in Film and Television.”

“A major shout out to The Bitchez Who Brunch, the women of eXpressions dance company (especially my SWUGs), the DBIC, the Broheys, my spring breakers, #Obeezy, and my fellow Terrans for giving me some ridiculous stories to tell my grandchildren.”

In 2012, Sam Sachs published “Against Acknowledgments” in The New Yorker. He wrote, “Acknowledgments typically open with a statement to the effect that, although writing is lonely work, the author could never have completed his book without help and support. ‘This is my fourteenth novel and I am as dependent as ever on the wisdom of others,’ begins one, and another, plucked at random from a Barnes & Noble new-arrival shelf: ‘The creation of this book has removed any notion I may have had of it being a solo endeavor.’”

Sure, Sachs is mostly referring to novels, which call for a solitary writing experience. However, a senior thesis is not a lonely thing; students are guided by advisors and professors, they might interview students, conduct fieldwork. Still, Sachs’ idea carries over. Senior authors love to thank each person, library, coffee shop, eating club, and higher power that contributed to the publishing of their first piece of scholarly writing.

One acknowledgment reads, “It takes a village to raise a child, but it takes an army to write a thesis.”

In high school, I became obsessed with book dedications. I thought of dedications as special notes that authors wanted to pass to me, glimpses into their lives or vulnerable confessions that their books do not answer all of the world’s questions. My favorite came from East of Eden. Steinbeck describes a wooden box he carved for Pat, his publisher, in which he presented the pages of his manuscript. “Well, here’s your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full,” Steinbeck writes. I visited the actual box in the Steinbeck Museum in Salinas Valley during the summer before my junior year of high school. The box, whose dimensions seemed much larger than the standard eight-and-a-half by eleven piece of paper, was covered with wooden block letters that spelled out “East of Eden” and “timshel” (translating to “thou mayest,” timshel is an important phrase and theme in the novel). In the museum, my two sisters complained and moaned the entire time.

A book dedication and an acknowledgment are very different, though. A dedication comes at the very beginning, while an acknowledgments page comes at the end. A dedication is quite brief but powerful, while an acknowledgments page is usually long and loosely written. But relocate the thesis acknowledgments page to the beginning of the work—a Princeton tradition—and suddenly the acknowledgments page seems more significant than a list of thank-yous.

Last week, a friend in the History department finished writing the majority of his thesis on Spy Magazine and Donald Trump, and was beginning to worry about his acknowledgments page. His thesis wasn’t due for another three days, but it seemed like he needed at least twenty just for acknowledgments.

“What’s the big deal?” I said.

“People are either not serious enough or take themselves too seriously,” he said. “It’s not like you just wrote Crime and Punishment. You just submitted a senior thesis that you wrote in probably three or four weeks. When you acknowledge people who brought you Hershey kisses, you look stupid.”

He was right. Most thesis acknowledgments that I read, which I found publicly online through the Princeton Harvey Mudd Manuscript Library, were either extremely dramatic or very light, tinkering on inappropriate. On the far end of the serious spectrum, one author lists thirteen teachers who have each taught him something specific: “For their help I am beholden, and for their influence am enriched,” he begins. He takes an interesting approach to the classic list format: “Eduardo Cadava, my Ralph Waldo Emerson, facilitated rejuvenating conversations about the ideas closest to my heart,” “James Richardson, my aphorist, taught me secrets in the length of a line,” “John McPhee, my editor, took away my fear of red pens.”

Students are also grateful for their eating clubs and more specifically, the parties. One comes from a thesis titled “Living Healthy or Living as We Can?” It reads: “Now to the Glorious Tiger Inn. The experiences you have brought me, and the life-long friends you have given me are some of my dearest treasures. As long as love and liquor last.” I couldn’t decide if this was ironic or intentional.

Another reads:

To the animals of the Tiger Inn, thank you for taking me in. Thank you for the friends I will have sixty years from now. Thank you for nights I can’t remember but will never forget. Thank you for the weirdness. Thank you for the food and thank you for the beer.”

God and Jesus are commonly thanked, usually at the beginning of the acknowledgments. One author opens with, “Firstly, praise the Lord!” and after seven paragraphs of thank yous, ends with a Bible verse and “Lastly, praise the Lord!”

I showed a few of these pages to my friend’s roommate as we all sat talking about acknowledgements. “I would be really upset if Jesus cared about the senior thesis,” he said.

Sachs said that the acknowledgments page “appears like an online pop-up ad, benefiting no one but the author and his comrades.” It may be that students use this page as a place to show how many friends and supporters they had. (The student’s thesis advisor, who will read and grade each advisee’s work, is almost always thanked profusely, too. I imagine an advisor, sitting at a desk covered in leather-bound books in the basement of McCosh Hall, opening each thesis to the acknowledgments page before anything else, just to see how he will be thanked.)

Still, my favorite acknowledgments are the ones that I understand the least, like “Every doctor that told me to run away from medicine. That was a close one.” Or one acknowledgment from a 2016 sociology thesis titled “The ‘Eat’ in Eating Clubs: A Study of the Relationship between Eating Disorders and the Princeton Eating Clubs.” It was either insufficiently ironic or completely lacking in self-awareness. “To the University Cottage Club,” she wrote, thank you for the inspiration, the people, and the food.”

J Street U abandons claim that it might lose CJL affiliation

There was some hubbub and confusion last weekend about J Street U Princeton’s plan to invite the Israeli activist group Breaking the Silence to campus. At first, it was reported that J Street U could lose its association with the Center for Jewish Life, but multiple sources now say that is not the case.

Differing accounts of what, if anything, actually happened have gone around, so here are the facts as they stand: the Breaking the Silence photography exhibit will be presented Tuesday and Wednesday at the Carl A. Fields Center.

The Center for Jewish Life, which is the official branch of Hillel on Princeton’s campus, declined to host the event after months of discussion with J Street U.

J Street U is and will continue to be an official associated student group of the CJL, although J Street U said Friday on its Facebook page that the CJL had threatened to revoke the political advocacy group’s affiliated status.

Since Friday, J Street U’s leaders have walked back their claim that the CJL said there would be repercussions for hosting the event. Rabbi Julie Roth, executive director of the CJL, wrote in an email that although the CJL would not host the exhibit, it “did not oppose J Street bringing Breaking the Silence to speak on campus.”

(In the interest of full disclosure: I went to a J Street U meeting once, and I attended another event that they gave; I am involved in a few activities with the CJL and Hillel, although I do not hold any leadership roles; and I am a member of Princeton’s Alliance of Jewish Progressives, which, although not an official CJL group, meets in the CJL and is often critical of the CJL on issues related to the Arab-Israeli conflict.)

Let’s go over the statements, some of which have been contested, from J Street U and its leaders over the past weekend, in chronological order.

On Friday, the organization posted that “hosting the event could lead to a revocation of our status as an affiliated group of the CJL.”

“We have now been told that, as a student group affiliated with the CJL, we are strongly discouraged from hosting Breaking the Silence anywhere on Princeton’s campus,” J Street U wrote in their Facebook post. “If we move forward with the event, we would risk having J Street U removed entirely from affiliation with the CJL.”

When I read this Friday afternoon, I understood it to mean that someone at the CJL had directly threatened to end its affiliation with J Street U. Multiple people I spoke to on Friday found the same message in the post.

On Saturday, Dylan Mittag, the president of J Street U, told me that Roth “sort of implied or suggested” that J Street U would lose the associated student group status if it invited Breaking the Silence to campus.

“It was mostly implied that we would be removed as an ASG,” Mittag told me a second time in our interview on Saturday. He said that former J Street U president Justin Vogel was present when Roth implied the possibility of dissociation.

Vogel wrote, via email, that he could not remember anything Roth said that seemed to threaten J Street U’s status; however, because the CJL did not approve of hosting the exhibit inside its own building, he worried that the CJL could still punish J Street U for hosting the exhibit elsewhere.

Between Saturday night and Sunday night, the concern that J Street U would lose the affiliation seemed to disappear.

In an interview with the Daily Princetonian Sunday night, Mittag said that “J Street U will remain a CJL organization.”

Reached by Facebook Messenger Monday morning, Mittag wrote that he “sat down with Rabbi Julie [Roth] and reached some agreements that have settled the situation.”

Asked whether he was still claiming that Roth had implied that J Street U would lose its affiliation, Mittag again changed his tune.

“W [sic] were told in slight that we could potentially be removed but the process and notion was uncertain,” Mittag wrote. “I think at this point it’s unimportant who said it and when it was said, as it’s been settled that was miscommunication and we are now not risking losing our status.”

Roth agreed Monday that there was some miscommunication between the organizations, noting that “everything’s good.”

“The pro-Israel/anti-occupation voice is an important one to include, which is why I worked so hard to have J Street affiliated with the CJL,” Roth wrote in an email. “We hope to find constructive ways to partner in the future.”