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#TellUsTigers: "I may never master the art of figure skating. But I can proudly say, that after 18 years, I have mastered the art of the fall. Falling is an integral part of figure skating. And it isn't fun. Plummeting from the air onto cold, unforgiving ice is painful. Figure skaters are known for being accessorized with purpley gray-green bruises. We've broken bones, twisted ankles & suffered concussions. Audiences love to watch us fall, love to watch us fail. Like them, there's a part of me that actually enjoys watching skaters fall. But not for the reason you'd expect. After years of falling, I've come to view it not as failure, but as the process. At age 3, I fell on my way from the boards to the blue line. At 5, I fell on a bunny hop. At 8, a flip. At 15, a double flip. Growing up I had a fall log, a diary of all my falls. Falls were categorized as 'good' or 'bad.' A 'good' fall was one that occurred on a new element, or one I was striving to improve. A 'bad' fall was one that happened on an element I'd had clean for months, or on a new jump I wimped out on mid-air. I once had a coach tell me that if I wasn't falling, I wasn't pushing myself hard enough. This is a lesson I take into my academic life at #PrincetonU. While I no longer write down my falls in a pink-glitter notebook, 'good' falls are an integral part of my life at Princeton. As an art and archaeology major (Program Two: Studio Arts), my time in the studio is dependent on my ability to push myself out of my comfort zone. This summer, as a recipient of funding from the Peter B. Lewis Summer Fund, I traveled to the Baltic region to trace my ancestral roots through portrait photography before attending the @PrincetonPIIRS Global Seminar in Moscow. I've continued to take photos & sketch in NYC, where I'm interning at @VeraWangGang. When I get back to campus in the fall, I intend to bring these portraits & the stories they tell to life through oil painting (@annaberghuis.art). It may sound counterintuitive, but falling on the ice gave me the confidence I needed to soar. And then, of course, fall." — Anna Berghuis (@annabergs_), Class of 2019; photo by @noelvphoto '82 *86 @princetonfigureskating

#TellUsTigers: "I have to cross Washington Road on my way to work — it's a busy street with lots of traffic — and I often think about what's going on in my brain. I'm a computational neuroscientist, so I study the brain and how it computes. Next time you're waiting to cross Washington (or any other road), think about the complex calculations your brain is carrying out: your retina gets a series of images of a speeding truck; your brain has to interpret those images, estimate how fast the truck is moving, how far away it is, how much time until it arrives, how much time it will take you to cross the road. (If it takes too long making these calculations, it will need to start over!) In my lab, we take data from the brains of animals engaged in similar tasks and seek to identify which neurons are computing the speed of the truck and which are deciding: 'Run — you can make it!' It's pretty well accepted (among neuroscientists at least) that the brain is some kind of computer — an information-processing device that takes information from the senses and computes appropriate responses. But there's massive disagreement about what kind of computer the brain is or how it computes. One of the exciting things about studying the #brain is how little we know, how much there is to discover! Before I got into neuroscience, I studied math and philosophy. I loved the beauty and precision of math, but I was fascinated by consciousness and the mind, the idea that pure matter could be organized to give rise to thoughts and feelings. Computational #neuroscience was a field where I could satisfy both kinds of yearnings. The people in my lab at #PrincetonU come from many backgrounds — engineering, statistics, math, biology, physics, computer science, neuroscience — all of which have different ideas and perspectives to contribute to thinking about how the brain works, which is one of the things that makes it exciting to work together." — Jonathan Pillow, associate professor of psychology and the Princeton Neuroscience Institute; photo by Cindy Liu, Class of 2018 #Princetagram

#TellUsTigers: "I began my brass career on trumpet in fourth grade. But at 10, I realized the superiority of the #Frenchhorn & switched. This photo was taken in Prague, the most recent stop in the Princeton University Orchestra's intersession tour to the Czech Republic, Austria, Slovakia & Hungary. One of my favorite tour pieces is Stravinsky's 1919 'Firebird Suite.' 'Firebird' starts off with a barely audible, creepily spidery bass line, but evolves into nothing short of glory. The final movement begins with a gorgeous, distant horn solo that heavily features brass. It's the kind of music that would play in a film with a battle scene that ends at dawn; as the sun rises, the heroes slowly walk away from the carnage, coming out of their reverie to celebrate their victory. Go watch any movie — if you pay attention to the soundtrack, you'll realize that every time something epic takes place, there's a French horn wailing away. People are surprised to learn my concentration is not music; it's neuroscience, though I believe there are mutually applicable skills. To improve in both, you need to be able to critically analyze why the results weren't what you wanted. In music, that might be taking an insufficient breath or bad focus, but in neuroscience it could be anything from sloppy technique to a poorly calibrated machine. Each combines analysis with creativity & people don't realize how applicable musical skills are to academics. Plus, as a woman, you need a special breed of perseverance in whichever field you choose; growing up playing brass (which is heavily male-dominant) helped teach me how to hold my own. While studying at the Royal College of Music (@RCMLondon) last semester, I took a class on gaining perception of habits. I learned I have a tendency to clench my feet & lean side to side when performing. This class enabled me to control stage fright better by consciously taking charge of my automatic responses. This, in turn, has made it easier for me to deal with high stress situations. Overall, because of my time at RCM, I'm much more confident, which will help with my pursuits of both neuroscience & music." — Nivanthi Karunaratne, Class of 2018 #Princetagram

#TellUsTigers: "It is 15 years before Mandela becomes President, and South Africa, a country I left at 17, is still in the grip of apartheid. It is my 38th year. It is October, which the Afrikaners call die mooiste maand, the prettiest month, our spring. My mother calls with the news. My brother-in-law, a heart surgeon and protégé of Christiaan Barnard, the first doctor to transplant a human heart successfully, has managed to drive his car off a deserted, dry road and into a lamppost. Wearing his seat belt he has survived, but my sister was not so lucky. Her ankles and wrists, braced against the dashboard, were broken on impact. “She died instantly,” my mother assures me. I wonder how one knows such a thing and think of that moment of terror in the dark. I take a plane out to Johannesburg and go straight to the morgue. I am not sure why I feel I must do this. Perhaps I cannot believe my only sister, not yet 40 years old, the mother of six young children, is dead. Perhaps I believe the sight of her familiar face and body will make it clear. Or perhaps I just want to be beside her, to hold her one last time in my arms. I stand waiting with my hands on the glass, looking into the bright, bare, empty room with the sloping floor made of reddish stone, which dips slightly in the center to provide drainage from the dissection table. Then they wheel her body in. I cannot touch her, hold her, comfort her. I cannot ever heal her. Her whole body is wrapped in a white sheet, only her flower-face tilted up toward me: the broad forehead, the small, dimpled chin, the slanting eyes, the waxy skin. It is my face, our face, the face of our common ancestors. It is the heart-shaped face she would turn up to me obediently when, as children, we played the game of Doll. This moment is the beginning of endless years of yearning and regret. It is also the beginning of my writing life. Again and again, I will turn to the page to recapture this moment, my sister's life, and her spirit." — excerpt from "Once We Were Sisters" (@penguinrandomhouse), the new memoir by Sheila Kohler, lecturer in creative writing (@PrincetonArts); photo by @eganjimenez #Princetagram

#TellUsTigers: "​I have learned to cook from many people, especially all my fellow cooks in 2D, the #vegetarian co-op at #PrincetonU. I am infamous for cooking fried rice. In 2D, we have a huge wok, and cooking rice in it reminds me of the street vendors in Calcutta, where I grew up. I put all the ingredients in, and then many different spices. Then I stir and toss akin to the street vendors. It's also a great arm workout! ​2D is one of the most special places for me at Princeton — truly is a home away from home due to all the wonderful people there. Every member contributes to make the co-op function; all the responsibilities are distributed and everybody has to cook. Everybody is very invested, people are always hanging out in the house at 2 Dickinson St (thus the name, 2D), and people really care for each other. ​Joanna Zhang '19 has an ability to make wonderful baked goods without a plan. Once, she and I made a wonderful carrot concoction (I really can't put a name to it), and while we were waiting for it to be done, we listened to Aaron Swartz '17 and Angelo Campus '16 play wonderful songs on the guitar, and had a really deep and meaningful conversation about our experiences at Princeton. Another time, we pretended that Adrian Tasistro-Hart '17's room was on fire so that he would come eat the birthday cake we baked for him! ​My favorite food memory growing up is my mom's dosas — a fried rice batter in the shape of a crepe. She makes the best dosas. She loves to experiment with them, and they are my main request when I go back home. ​Food in the settings where I grew up is a social occasion — with family or friends. It is a shared experience through which people connect and through which hospitality is shown. There are many cultures in India, and they can be extremely different from each other, but in my culture food is the center of hospitality and connection." — Avaneesh Narla, Class of 2017, physics major, participated in Princeton's @BridgeYearProgram in #Peru, student blogger for Princeton Admission. Photo by Cindy Liu, Class of 2018 #Princetagram

#TellUsTigers: "Something about my background that is very important to me is that I am a second-generation immigrant. My grandparents and my dad moved to New Mexico when my dad was a child, and my grandparents worked hard at several jobs in order to provide my father access to opportunities and education. My father ended up getting a bachelor's degree in engineering and a master's in business. He and my mother prioritized and encouraged a love of education and learning throughout my life. I grew up in southern New Mexico, a state that is beautiful but consistently underperforms in education. In general, those who didn't drop out in high school would go to the community college or to the local state university in my hometown. I was homeschooled, and in that environment I had a quality education where my love of learning was nurtured. Even so, because so few people in the community left the area to go to college, the thought never entered my mind. I always expected I would go to the state university where my parents and my siblings had gone because of precedent and because it provided generous scholarships for residents. Considering finances, it did not seem worth moving to attend another university if I would have to take on debt to cover the costs. However, when I started high school — I went part-time to a public school for a few years — I began to realize that I had more options than I had thought. Teachers at the public school encouraged me to consider alternatives. In many ways, when applying to these schools my guidance counselor was the internet, because I did not know anyone who had ended up going to an Ivy League (or even to the Northeast), and the entire process was new to me. I ended up applying to #PrincetonU largely due to its quality education and its financial aid program." — Marisa Salazar, Class of 2017, chemistry major and co-winner of the Pyne Prize, awarded to the senior who has most clearly manifested excellent scholarship, strength of character and effective leadership. Photo by Briana Christophers (@justbriithephotography), Class of 2017 #Princetagram

#TellUsTigers: "To me, women's empowerment means being unapologetic in your confidence & ability as a woman. I see this mentality on the @PrincetonAthletics women's track team — not only are all of these ladies incredible athletes, but they also find the time to be engineers, scientists, artists — everything! For this photo shoot, we wanted to embody this hardcore quality and show that we're not afraid to embrace our strength and intensity. The other day I was talking to a friend about traveling & he said, 'But you can't travel alone! You're a woman!' It's discouraging to know that because of my gender, I have to constantly worry about my safety in a way that men never will. As girls, we're taught from a young age that the world at large isn't a safe space for women — and not in a way that seeks to change this, but in a way that accepts it. But I refuse to be limited in what I can do, where I can go & who I can be because of my gender. That's why I think empowering women is so important. So that we can fight this rhetoric. I started running track when I was a freshman in high school. That year, I was the only girl who signed up to compete. I was pretty intimidated — I was a tiny freshman girl on a team of all guys. But the coach & my teammates treated me with nothing but respect, and I fell in love with running. Nothing really compares to flying down the track, feeling strong, powerful & determined. I run the 400, and it forces me to challenge myself on a level I hadn't thought possible. The mental toughness that the sport requires makes you realize that you are capable of so much. If I could write a letter to my younger self, I'd tell her to be bold in everything she does. Don't let others discourage you; make it your goal to prove them wrong. And never let anyone tell you that you can’t do something simply because you're a girl." — Quinn Parker (@quinnp6), Class of 2018 (4th from left), ecology and evolutionary biology major who is also earning a certificate in environmental studies, and the student-athlete wellness leader on the track team, which has a home meet Fri/Sat April 7&8 at Weaver Stadium #PrincetonU. Photo by @noelvphoto '82 *86 #Princetagram

#TellUsTigers: "I don't have anywhere I consider 'home.' I'm Ghanaian & have lived in 8 of the 10 regions of Ghana. My family moved so often because of my dad's work as a Presbyterian pastor. The 4.5 years I've spent at Princeton as a doctoral student is the longest I've ever lived in one place. As an immigrant, I've noticed that #Ghana often gets conflated with all of West Africa. After traveling to Trinidad in 2015, I was stopped by TSA during the height of the Ebola epidemic. The immigration officer saw my passport was from Ghana & grilled me on Ebola for 1.5 hours. I kept assuring them I hadn't been in Ghana for 3 years & reminded them that the US had more reported cases of Ebola than Ghana's zero cases. Eventually, someone started talking to me about her niece who had graduated from #PrincetonU & that seemed to be enough of a connection to let me back into the country. I tell people there are two main privileges to having a dark Black skin — not talking Will Smith or @Beyoncé, more like @Seal's dark Black skin: (1) Protection against sunburn; (2) Everything pops & dazzles more. Like my bright-colored eyeglasses. I receive more compliments than I ever expected; they've become my signature look apparently. Not exaggerating when I say 3 people a month ask me where I got them (online because they were on sale)! My best childhood memory is watching football with my dad on Sunday afternoons. This was our bonding ritual — and the only time my mom would allow me to watch TV uninterrupted for 3 hours. My worst childhood memory is the first 2 years of high school. I attended an all-boys high school in South Africa, a former whites-only school during apartheid. In 2001, it was still an adjustment to have Black & White students learning in the same space & many of my teachers had never taught a Black student before 1994. There was also a lot of animosity from Black South Africans towards Blacks from other African countries. As a result, I was bullied a lot from both sides, probably a combination of racism & xenophobia." — Kobby Aboagye, graduate student (probability & optimization); awarded 2015 Excellence in Teaching Award as a TA; 📷: Cindy Liu '18 #Princetagram

From online to offline, Briana Christophers '17 (@justbriithephotography) met up with Jim Newcomer '57 (@jim_newcomer) at #PrincetonReunions after their initial interaction via our #TellUsTigers Instagram campaign.

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#TellUsTigers: "I may never master the art of figure skating. But I can proudly say, that after 18 years, I have mastered the art of the fall. Falling is an integral part of figure skating. And it isn't fun. Plummeting from the air onto cold, unforgiving ice is painful. Figure skaters are known for being accessorized with purpley gray-green bruises. We've broken bones, twisted ankles & suffered concussions. Audiences love to watch us fall, love to watch us fail. Like them, there's a part of me that actually enjoys watching skaters fall. But not for the reason you'd expect. After years of falling, I've come to view it not as failure, but as the process. At age 3, I fell on my way from the boards to the blue line. At 5, I fell on a bunny hop. At 8, a flip. At 15, a double flip. Growing up I had a fall log, a diary of all my falls. Falls were categorized as 'good' or 'bad.' A 'good' fall was one that occurred on a new element, or one I was striving to improve. A 'bad' fall was one that happened on an element I'd had clean for months, or on a new jump I wimped out on mid-air. I once had a coach tell me that if I wasn't falling, I wasn't pushing myself hard enough. This is a lesson I take into my academic life at #PrincetonU. While I no longer write down my falls in a pink-glitter notebook, 'good' falls are an integral part of my life at Princeton. As an art and archaeology major (Program Two: Studio Arts), my time in the studio is dependent on my ability to push myself out of my comfort zone. This summer, as a recipient of funding from the Peter B. Lewis Summer Fund, I traveled to the Baltic region to trace my ancestral roots through portrait photography before attending the @PrincetonPIIRS Global Seminar in Moscow. I've continued to take photos & sketch in NYC, where I'm interning at @VeraWangGang. When I get back to campus in the fall, I intend to bring these portraits & the stories they tell to life through oil painting (@annaberghuis.art). It may sound counterintuitive, but falling on the ice gave me the confidence I needed to soar. And then, of course, fall." — Anna Berghuis (@annabergs_); photo by @noelvphoto

#TellUsTigers: "I may never master the art of figure skating. But I can proudly say, that after 18 years, I have mastered the art of the fall. Falling is an integral part of figure skating. And it isn't fun. Plummeting from the air onto cold, unforgiving ice is painful. Figure skaters are known for being accessorized with purpley gray-green bruises. We've broken bones, twisted ankles & suffered concussions. Audiences love to watch us fall, love to watch us fail. Like them, there's a part of me that actually enjoys watching skaters fall. But not for the reason you'd expect. After years of falling, I've come to view it not as failure, but as the process. At age 3, I fell on my way from the boards to the blue line. At 5, I fell on a bunny hop. At 8, a flip. At 15, a double flip. Growing up I had a fall log, a diary of all my falls. Falls were categorized as 'good' or 'bad.' A 'good' fall was one that occurred on a new element, or one I was striving to improve. A 'bad' fall was one that happened on an element I'd had clean for months, or on a new jump I wimped out on mid-air. I once had a coach tell me that if I wasn't falling, I wasn't pushing myself hard enough. This is a lesson I take into my academic life at #PrincetonU. While I no longer write down my falls in a pink-glitter notebook, 'good' falls are an integral part of my life at Princeton. As an art and archaeology major (Program Two: Studio Arts), my time in the studio is dependent on my ability to push myself out of my comfort zone. This summer, as a recipient of funding from the Peter B. Lewis Summer Fund, I traveled to the Baltic region to trace my ancestral roots through portrait photography before attending the @PrincetonPIIRS Global Seminar in Moscow. I've continued to take photos & sketch in NYC, where I'm interning at @VeraWangGang. When I get back to campus in the fall, I intend to bring these portraits & the stories they tell to life through oil painting (@annaberghuis.art). It may sound counterintuitive, but falling on the ice gave me the confidence I needed to soar. And then, of course, fall." — Anna Berghuis (@annabergs_), Class of 2019; photo by @noelvphoto '82 *86 @princetonfigureskating

#TellUsTigers: "Realizing my interests in arts and the environment could feed into and inform each other was a defining moment of my time at #PrincetonU. This intersection is at the heart of my forthcoming film "Confluence" (@confluencejourney), featuring new music (album available online Aug. 11). A confluence is where multiple rivers become one — an apt metaphor for the Colorado River Basin, the film's setting, where human stories and ecosystems come together to form a beautiful, threatened landscape. In Sept. 2016, the @nationalparkservice’s centennial, I set out with my indie folk band @theinfamousflapjackaffair (formed while I was earning a master's in environmental geography at @Oxford_uni) and the filmmakers of @npexperience to trace the Colorado River Basin from the @grandcanyonnps to the river's headwaters in @rockynps. That's me in the photo, second from right. We met people who call the Basin home and wove their words into original songs. We visited parks and played concerts but the people were the soul of the journey. Despite vastly different backgrounds — from Yampa Valley ranchers to a Navajo country musician — they were all intricately connected to and shaped by their places. One conversation particularly hit home — with Dianna Uqualla, a Havasupai medicine woman who met us at sunrise on the rim of the Grand Canyon. I was full of both wonder and the insecurities inherent in creativity and activism. Humans, Dianna said, have the power both to hurt and to heal. We must all ask ourselves "What tools do I bring to the table to help the healing?" I felt my doubts replaced by hope that music, a universal human practice, might be able to shift how we think about the environmental issues facing our generation. All people shape and are shaped by the places they inhabit. To be responsible in that relationship, we must ask hard questions: Can we learn to listen to each other and recognize our common ground, literal and metaphorical? Can conservation enable the freedom to self-define, instead of restricting it? Can we work together to tell a new story?" — Ben Barron (@BenNevis11) '13; photo by @danaromanoff #Princetagram

#TellUsTigers: "I love meeting people from all over the world, and I am especially moved when I see people become friends whose nations feel nothing but hostility towards each other. As many have observed, it is often hard to hate 'the other' once you have gotten to know them. Growing up in Manhattan I assumed at first that everyone was like me — middle-class New Yorkers who spoke only English. I gradually figured out there were other places and languages, but it was still a surprise when I learned that my mother and my father's parents were immigrants, and that they arrived with no money and no English. This helped me appreciate the diversity of people in the world, as did the international students I met while working as a physician at Princeton's McCosh Health Center. Then, about 10 years ago I became a volunteer ESL teacher with the Friends of the Davis International Center. I have taken advantage of Princeton's Continuing Education Program to enroll in two years each of Spanish, Italian, German and Latin, on top of French, which I learned as a #PrincetonU undergraduate. I began teaching 'Brian’s Informal English Classes' by pure serendipity. I saw a notice for tutors at the Davis Center, tried it and discovered that I love to teach. I was asked if I would give a more structured ESL class and we now meet for two-and-a-half hours most Friday mornings. Teaching this class is the highlight of my week — after hanging out with my grandkids, of course. I have found that my ESL students enjoy the etymologies I throw into my classes, as well as my occasional laughable attempts to speak their languages. In case you know someone who might be interested, my classes are free and there is no registration — you can find each week's class location on the Facebook page: 'Brian's Informal English classes.' People just come and go when they can. And, it is fine to arrive late and/or leave early, and to bring children. Each week we cover vocabulary, grammar, idioms, American culture and history, and a bit of humor. Everyone is welcome!" — Brian Zack, Class of '72, photo by @chris_fascenelli #Princetagram @princetonalumni

#TellUsTigers: "In my research, I try to understand why dogs and wolves are different from each other. Though they are related (like you are related to your cousin), I work to discover how they are different in their genes. I started my PhD research focused on conservation genetics of Yellowstone wolves, at the time at which the dog genome was sequenced. This allowed for incredibly exciting research to be conducted both on dogs & their wild relatives, such as gray wolves & coyotes. I've worked with Yellowstone wolf biologists now for over 10 years. I get to spend many hours thinking about dog breeds & I have essentially waited my whole career to decide on the 'perfect' dog for me. Marla, an #OldEnglishSheepdog, is my first dog — a sweet, adorable 11-month-old puppy. She loves people! I also have two cats I adore, Watson & Dobzhansky, both named after famous geneticists. I know that Marla loves with all that her bones & blood allow. She is such a fascinating creature, with such a desire to be with her humans. I always ponder the major changes that had to have happened to domesticate a wolf into a dog like Marla. She is teaching me about how humans interact differently with people when a dog is involved. I've met more people on campus because students want to hug Marla before they head off to their exam or because they are having a bad day. People just walk up to me & ask to hug Marla. Without any training, she is a service dog & enriches people's lives, unexpectedly. I feel happy I can be a part of that. Cats are so different! Dobie and Watson are very dog-like for cats. They come when their name is called, they demand snuggles. Yet Marla's emotions are far more obvious than any cat I've known; she has ups and downs, good days & bad. She is far more human-like than any cat. I am compelled then to treat her like a child for proper emotional development, exposure and socialization, and enrichment. My cats, though they get similar attention, just do not compare!" — Bridgett vonHoldt, assistant professor of ecology and evolutionary biology; photo by @Chris_Fascenelli #Princetagram Visit princeton.edu to read vonHoldt's most recent study about the genetics of dogs.

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#TellUsTigers: "In high school, I became interested in women's rights when a female cousin in Morocco was denied educational opportunities simply because she was a girl. For my senior thesis, I wrote about how after the Arab Spring, women were violently pushed out of public squares, frequently sexually assaulted, and victimized & blamed for trying to engage in public discourse & protests. I started to think about the intersection between bodies and honor 7 years ago when my aunt & I were on a bus to Essaouria, a small port city in southern Morocco. We met a girl named Samia who was about 17. Samia & my aunt really hit it off and spoke for about two hours. At a pit stop, Samia excused herself to use the restroom. My aunt turned to me & blurted out, 'She's not a girl!' 'What do you mean she's not a girl — is she a cross-dresser? She looks like a girl,' I said. My aunt said, 'No, I mean that she's been with a man so she's not a girl anymore; she's a woman.' The Arabic word for girl is 'bent' and Samia, because of her previous sexual relations, was now a 'marah' (woman). During the bus ride, I couldn't stop thinking about the language that underlined the fact that men essentially held the diplomas to womanhood. It bothered me that womanhood did not stand on its own & was always attached to something, be it men, virginity or sex in general; a woman couldn't be a woman for herself. From that moment, I knew that I wanted to work on challenging that notion. As part of the Scholars in the Nations Service Initiative (SINSI) at Princeton's Woodrow Wilson School of Public & International Affairs, I was able to work @USAID, launching an anti-domestic violence co-creation program in Morocco & developing a gender strategy for Tunisia & Rwanda. I interviewed powerful, intelligent women from around the world who are reforming gender structures in their communities. Thanks to #PrincetonU, I've been able work on improving women’s rights & fighting for all the Samias out there who deserve to be in full control of defining their womanhood." — Sajda Ouachtouki @sajdareads, Class of '13; master's in public affairs from @wilson_school *17

#TellUsTigers: "I was a total wine ignoramus when I quit my job as @HuffPost's executive tech editor, begged my way into a job as 'cellar rat' (the lowest of the low in wine), and set out to train as a sommelier. That journey led to my new book 'Cork Dork,' where I chronicle my adventures exploring obsession and the science of taste through my time in @Michelin-starred dining rooms and grueling somm competitions and neuroscientists' labs. In many ways, though, that journey took root years before on the #PrincetonU campus, not far from where we took this photo at #PrincetonReunions. Once a week my sophomore year, I had the privilege of spending hours with one of the great masters of non-fiction: #JohnMcPhee. Prof. McPhee's class revealed the power of great non-fiction — a breed totally distinct from the daily news — to inspire, to expose, to pluck us out of our world and immerse us in someone else's. We analyzed structure, word choice, interviewing, language. And writing these kinds of works began to seem, while not easy, at least possible. When I started to write 'Cork Dork,' I went on a feverish hunt for my notebooks from Prof. McPhee's class. They were the roadmap I needed to begin weaving together my story. Prof. McPhee has a gift for uncovering the miracles in the everyday, whether it’s a train or an orange. And I hope 'Cork Dork' achieves some of the same: far from the tradition and romance that swirls around wine, the reality is far messier, more complex and more interesting than the fairy tale we're told. As part of sharing my newfound knowledge as a #sommelier, I've been doing a series called #pairdevil — pairing wines with the everyday foods we really eat — my way of saying that wine doesn't just have to be for special occasions, it can make occasions special. Hence the Phat Lady I'm holding here from @HoagieHaven (cheese steak with mozzarella sticks & fries). Super meaty, ultra greasy, totally delicious, it gets even better with a zesty Chenin Blanc." — Bianca Bosker (@bbosker), Class of 2008 #Princetagram @princetonalumni #corkdorkbook #NYTBestseller #summerreading

#TellUsTigers: "I was a total wine ignoramus when I quit my job as @HuffPost's executive tech editor, begged my way into a job as 'cellar rat' (the lowest of the low in wine), and set out to train as a sommelier. That journey led to my new book 'Cork Dork,' where I chronicle my adventures exploring obsession and the science of taste through my time in @Michelin-starred dining rooms and grueling somm competitions and neuroscientists' labs. In many ways, though, that journey took root years before on the #PrincetonU campus, not far from where we took this photo at #PrincetonReunions. Once a week my sophomore year, I had the privilege of spending hours with one of the great masters of non-fiction: #JohnMcPhee. Prof. McPhee's class revealed the power of great non-fiction — a breed totally distinct from the daily news — to inspire, to expose, to pluck us out of our world and immerse us in someone else's. We analyzed structure, word choice, interviewing, language. And writing these kinds of works began to seem, while not easy, at least possible. When I started to write 'Cork Dork,' I went on a feverish hunt for my notebooks from Prof. McPhee's class. They were the roadmap I needed to begin weaving together my story. Prof. McPhee has a gift for uncovering the miracles in the everyday, whether it’s a train or an orange. And I hope 'Cork Dork' achieves some of the same: far from the tradition and romance that swirls around wine, the reality is far messier, more complex and more interesting than the fairy tale we're told. As part of sharing my newfound knowledge as a #sommelier, I've been doing a series called #pairdevil — pairing wines with the everyday foods we really eat — my way of saying that wine doesn't just have to be for special occasions, it can make occasions special. Hence the Phat Lady I'm holding here from @HoagieHaven (cheese steak with mozzarella sticks & fries). Super meaty, ultra greasy, totally delicious, it gets even better with a zesty Chenin Blanc." — Bianca Bosker (@bbosker), Class of 2008 #Princetagram @princetonalumni #corkdorkbook #NYTBestseller #summerreading

Summer is all about adventures! Can you hear its call? Can you sense its magic while discovering new places and creating memories that will last forever? 🌞🏄🚣 #Harvard #Dance #ballet #photography #artsfirst
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