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Prefrosh are almost as cute as baby giraffes

Prefrosh are almost as cute as baby giraffes

Oh, Prefrosh.  We watch them stumble around campus clad in orange lanyards and various articles of freshly bought Princeton gear, earnestly proclaiming that they “love Princeton already” and that “the architecture is to my liking.”  But, what’s really going on behind those confused faces, those adorable mouths filled with braces?  The UPC roved around last night to talk to some members of the Class of 2016–let’s see what they have to say.

HEY TABLE OF ASSORTED FRESHMEN AND SOPHOMORES!

So, I’m writing a blog post about prefrosh. Any idea where the prefrosh nucleus is located tonight?

Right here! We can pretend to be prefrosh

Okay! So, pretend prefrosh, what’s going on?

Everything is fine. I can just see myself happy here for the next four years. You know when your high school guidance counselor tells you “when you know, you’ll know”? I know!

What’s the strangest thing you’ve seen on campus today?

I saw some other prefrosh all prepped out with croquets mallets and douche sunglasses–they’re ready for Lawnparties, but I’m kind of questioning their clothing choices for today. Croquet mallets are really impractical.

Fact.

HEY GROUP OF PREFROSH PAINTING SHIRTS IN FRIST!

Which schools are you deciding between?

Here and Stanford. It depends on how I feel in the different environments. I have to feel comfortable and I have to see myself there. I’m pretty comfortable here.

You’ll soon learn that it’s super awkward to tell people that you go to Princeton. The guy at the grocery store will say: Hey, lemons are half off today. Where do you go to school? And you’ll say: Princeton! And he’ll respond: Oh, that school isn’t as good as Harvard, right? [true story]. So, let’s practice. I’ll be the grocery store guy. Nice lemons. Where do you go to school?

Uhh, wait. Do I say I go to Princeton?

Yea.

Oh. I go to Princeton.

Whoops. Guess that really wasn’t awkward.

Yea…

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Cornfields are also boring places to be on Saturday nights

Cornfields are also boring places to be on Saturday nights

Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do–even if that gotta involves spending a Saturday night in a library.

UPC hears you out.  We’re giving a voice to the voiceless, to those hushed by librarians on Saturday nights, when nobody should ever be working, really.

HEY GUY BEHIND THE DESK IN LEWIS BASEMENT!

So, how’d you get stuck with the Saturday night shift?

I requested it.  It’s peaceful.  I do homework.  I’m doing Chinese right now because I got tired of Chemistry.

You know, it’s kind of really depressing down here in Lewis.  Fine?  Lewis-slash-Fine?

I think it’s the Fine wing of Lewis.  The smiley face balloon makes it better.  But, I like the fact that it’s depressing because then the happiest place is your book, so you want to study.

Any Saturday night regulars?

Her!

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In Princeton Borough and Princeton Township–the home of anthrax scares, bear cubs and the ever so popular campus masturbators–nothing fails to surprise.  We’ve got beavers, cool embryos and more for this week in news.  Here we go!

Princeton is once again wrapped up in zoological drama, the second round following the bear cub hullabaloo back in the spring.  This time the star of the show is another species that begins with the letter “b”: beavers.  Yes, that’s right, the fauna that inspired the creators of Angry Beavers, the creatures whose homes are one letter away from swearing, the lovely Castor canadensis.

Public Enemy #1

Public Enemy #1

Princeton Animal Control Officer Mark Johnson will be tried “in the near future” by the Ewing Municipal Court for shooting two beavers back in May, according to a Princeton Packet article.  The New Jersey Department of Environmental Protection has issued two court summonses to Johnson, who did not acquire a permit to shoot the State-protected beavers.

Oh no he din-uhhnnn.

Of course, the shooting awakened the wrath of Princeton-town’s vitriolic animal rights bloggers (read: the wrath of Princeton-town’s only animal rights bloggers), who have dubbed Johnson everything from “cruel and sadistic” to an “‘Animal Control Officer’”. Note the double quotations, oh man, the blogger may have used sarcasm! Bam.

In other news, life works.  According to a study led by Professor of Molecular Biology Ned Wingreen, the first few minutes of life are a wave of calcium away from complete chaos.

Individual cells in an embryo may develop at different rates or may cease development altogether if they were not regulated by waves of calcium that traverse the ball of cells at regular intervals.  The waves essentially serve as an atomic clock for the developing embryo, making every cell divide and grow at the same time.  James Ferrell, a researcher at Stanford whose formulas on the cell cycle Wingreen and McIsaac used in their models, said:

“One of this group’s conclusions is that chaos lurks not far from where the system normally functions, like a monster in the corner, and that it matters to have synchronicity established quickly to prevent it.”

So, moral of the story: if it wasn’t for periodic element number 20, life as an embryo wouldn’t be tranquil–at least, not as tranquil as this video.

And lastly, former America’s Next Top Model contestant and history major Jane Randall ‘13 had her picture taken … by the New York Times.  Randall received the Times treatment this week in an article entitled “Beautiful Minds.”  Randall talked about the U Store’s odd range of products (you grab the cheese puffs, I’ll get the Vera Bradley wristlets!), the awesomeness of egg sandwiches at Olives and the weirdness of Princeton traditions. Read the interview here.

After yesterday’s gluttonous shenanigans, are you beginning to question the likelihood of you hanging with Jesus in the afterlife?

Well, wonder no more.

Yesterday afternoon, Chuck–a deacon for many years–stood on Nassau Street between Witherspoon and Washington, giving out free “Heaven Tests.”  Intrigued?

So, are you?

...are you?

So was I.

Here is the conversation that I had with Chuck.

L: Hi!  Am I going to Heaven?

C: Well, you have to take the Heaven Test.

L: What is the Heaven Test?

C: It’s just a two question test.  The first question is: If you were to die today, are you 100% sure that you are a true follower of Christ?  The second question is: why do you think so?

L: What if you’re not 100% sure?

C: We’ve all messed up millions of times. The 10 Commandments show that nobody’s perfect.

L: True life.  So, why are you in Princeton?

C: Well, if I stood on a street corner in my hometown, you could shoot a bullet and not hit anybody.  It’s very isolated.

L: Oh, so hitting the heavy traffic on a nice day.  I hear ya.

C: Yep.  I was also at Rutgers the other day.  They stole three of our signs.

And so our conversation went on, through Ezekiel, Isaiah and some other interesting-sounding books of the Bible, and then I was saying goodbye.  I was still kind of confused, though, about my Heaven prospects (I’m Jewish so I’m technically not a follower of Christ, but he didn’t say explicitly “No Laurens Allowed in the Heaven Club!”) Hm.

So, AM I going to Heaven?  I dunno.  But maybe the Princeton Psychic will.

Walking around campus at night, you see the typical sights: darkened trees, the occasional raccoon … and, you know, Justin Bieber staring at you motionlessly from the 3rd floor of Spelman 7.

A campus trend of late is to put stunningly lifelike cardboard cut outs of gossip.com’s favorite male heartthrobs in dorm windows, turn on the room lights when night falls and let the silhouettes do their creepy business.  Our current cardboard residents include Robert Pattinson adorned with a delightful mustache and delightfully menacing eyebrows, Anderson Cooper dressed in a snazz-tastic power suit and our love Justin Bieber frozen in his oh-so dashing hands-in-pocket shrug.

Pictures?  Why, of course.

Butler College: 1915 Hall, 4th Entry Way, 1st Floor

I wonder how Bella feels about those brows.

I wonder how Bella feels about those brows.

Whitman: Lauritzen Hall, 2nd floor

Power tie!

Power tie!

Spelman 7, 3rd floor, across from building with the STARCRAFT sign

At least in this case we know why his hair doesn't move

At least in this case we know why his hair doesn't move

So, who’s going to be next on our cardboard mancrush list?

I’m thinking this guy.

PRINCETON PREFROSH ARE CONFUSED BY CAMPUS MAPS, THINK GRITS SOUND DISGUSTING AND REALLY, REALLY LIKE SUPERMAN

Pre-frosh bonding sesh.

Pre-frosh bonding shenanigans.

[Editor's Note: I am extremely excited to reveal our first-ever 21 Questions with a composite person! Here, one collective prefrosh answers all our questions.]

What were you doing 72 minutes before the admit decisions came out?
Since I’m a sleep deprived senior, I was taking a nice nap.  There was no way I could have waited three hours between school and the decision time.

Favorite Princetonian?
Uh … my host, John Lack.

In one sentence, what did you do all day?
I relaxed, you know, got mango-ed at the lassi study break and then Frist-ed it up.

When’s bedtime?
11:00 PM.  I’m efficient.

Do you believe in Santa?
No.  When I was in third grade, my parents told me that they put the presents under the tree.  I was heartbroken for about an hour or so, but I let it go.  I mean, how would Santa get to all the houses?  Quantum physics?

What do you do to unwind?
Lately I’ve been going back to NFL Street 2.  It’s a PlayStation 2 game.

Guilty pleasure?
I like to eat food.  When there’s food in front of me, I can’t stop.  The dining halls, man, next year I’m going to get fat.

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Ah, spring.  Shakespeare once penned that spring is here “when daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, Do paint the meadows with delight.” Lovely, isn’t it? But, see, here at Princeton the signs of spring revolve not around daisies and violets and all things allergy-inducing but rather around the following: weird bugs, skaters, and … the pre-frosh. With college admissions decisions coming out in about a month, confused looking high schoolers are starting to wander around our lovely campus in droves.  And they bring with them — in addition to print-out maps of the campus and Hunter boots — the desire to stock up on Princeton apparel.

Cool?  Cool.

Cool? Cool.

To proudly wear to school the day after admissions decisions come out or to be tossed into the bottom of a litter box or the family cage of gerbils — no matter the future fate of these articles of clothing, to the Princeton clothing stores, they say!

According to Donna Diederich, sales clerk at Landau’s, it’s easy to identify the pre-frosh. ”They usually purchase more than one of an item — two sweatshirts or two t-shirts and something for the parent.”

“You can really tell by the level of enthusiasm,” she continued. “They are usually very, very enthusiatic and they usually have parents with them, who are beaming brighter than the sun.”

So, in honor of our favorite people for whom obnoxious orange clothing is a novelty, let’s tally the permutations of Princetonness that can be clad on a human body.

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Image source: http://www.princeton.edu/artsandtransit/design/

You know that elaborate Arts and Transit Neighborhood the university was planning on building where the current Dinky station is?

Yeah, not happening.

After the Borough and the Township failed to agree on zoning for the neighborhood at Monday night’s joint meeting, Tilghman and Durkee decided to pull the plug on current plans.  Tilghman said that the University will soon begin working on designs for a new art complex in an area that would not require local approval.

This project had been in the works for over four years.  Tilghman pointed out that Frick Chemistry Laboratory was thought of, designed and built in the time it has taken for the Borough and Township to come to zero conclusion about approving zoning for the Arts and Transit Neighborhood.

Tilghman called Monday night a “go or no go” moment for the University, saying that she needed to know if the university could “move forward” with the project.

However, the only movement during the four-and-a-half hour meeting was the occasional eyebrow raise by Township Mayor Chad Goerner whenever a community member said something particularly ridiculous during the open-mic part of the meeting. “The bus is a stiletto pointed at the heart of the Dinky, bleeding off ridership and eventually killing it” was definitely the highlight of the night.

Read more about the story at AllPrinceton.

(image source: http://www.princeton.edu/artsandtransit/design/)

It’s pretty cool that Princeton is a historical town—I mean, just think about it.  Princeton townspeople of the 1700s in pilgrim hats and buckle shoes would gather and chat about what’s up with George Washington.

Fast forward two-and-a-half centuries and the Princeton Board of Education called such a town meeting (no pilgrim hats required, though) on January 18th to discuss ways to save money in the upcoming year.  See, New Jersey has been slowly decreasing the amount of money given to our lovely town’s school district, and the Board of Education projects that there will be a $2 million hole in next year’s budget.

Hence the town meeting.  Board members hoped that people would come forth with ideas to save money, and many did.  Somebody suggested that the board should install solar panels in the schools; somebody else recommended changing the bus schedule to maximize efficiency. Others just waxed poetic about the pure evil of charter schools.

Read more at AllPrinceton.