So remember when you’d just started college shopping and everyone was trying to help you decide by posing these sort of useless, black-and-white questions?
“Big or small? Rural or urban?” they would ask.
And then you visited Princeton, and the sun was shining and the bunnies were hopping and the squirrels were eating trash and other small rodents and you realized, in a flash of inspiration, that you could have it all. Or at least, you could have it all location-wise. You could have the benefits of small-town life while being wedged in between two major cities, just an hour from each.
And then you got to Princeton, heard Triangle sing about Princeton’s orange bubble, and scoffed. Other people get stuck in the bubble, not you. You could still be metropolitan and cool, spending every weekend in Manhattan or Philly, frequenting museums, concerts, and other hipster haunts.
And then you started classes, were assigned three problem sets and two papers in one week, realized the magic of the Street, and never left.
We get it. We really do. It’s tough to make time to get off of campus, and it’s far too easy to get stuck in that infamous orange bubble and forget that there’s life beyond Nassau Street.
But there is. And you don’t even have to spend more than 10 minutes in transit to find it. Check out an example after the jump.