THE NEW DEPUTY DEAN OF THE COLLEGE SNEAKS FOOD UNDER THE TABLE AND OFFERS HIS SEAT TO THE LADIES
Name: Clayton Marsh
Campus title: Deputy Dean of the College (Designate)
Hometown: Kansas City, Missouri
Who’s your favorite Princetonian, living or dead, real or fictional?
Alexi Indris-Santana is certainly not my “favorite” Princetonian, but having taught a freshman seminar on American swindlers and impostors for several years, I do find his story impossible to resist. He arrived on campus in 1990 as an 18-year-old, self-educated desert nomad who lived on cactus juice and read Plato under the stars. In fact, he was a 29-year-old fugitive named Jim Hogue.
Where’s the best place to eat in town?
In one sentence, what do you actually do all day?
As the next Deputy Dean, I will spend my days working with colleagues and students in an effort to maintain and enhance the distinctive quality of the undergraduate academic experience at Princeton.
What is your greatest guilty pleasure?
Sneaking scraps to my dogs under the dinner table.
What was your ‘welcome to college’ moment?
My first date. During freshman week, I worked up the nerve to ask a classmate to dinner at a local restaurant. She was a sophisticated young woman from the East coast. When I stepped around to her side of the table and offered to get her chair, just as my mom had insisted that I always do for a lady, she stood there and said with a smile, “I’m sorry, do you want to sit here?”
What are your goals as deputy dean of the college?
To do everything I can to ensure that each of our undergraduates walk through the FitzRandolph Gate on commencement holding the genuine article — diplomas that represent real growth, achievement and independence.