Month: November 2014

College and free time

A few months ago, William Deresiewicz came to talk about his recent book, “Excellent Sheep: The Disadvantages of an Elite Education.” In it, he talks about how the Ivy League and other schools of similar “elite” status manufacture students who are — surprise, surprise — “excellent sheep”: people who have no great sense of purpose in their lives, people who are unable to think critically.

I’ve read countless pieces crucifying Mr. Deresiewicz for his opinion, and many others praising him for his insight. I’m going to do neither, and diverge into my own tangent.

Here at Princeton, students have an intimidating workload. Impossible? I think not. But I do find myself constantly agreeing with this Deresiewicz quote: “The classroom is the grain of sand; it’s up to you to make the pearl” (82). In my own experience, I agree with the general premise of the quote; most of my learning does indeed come out of the classroom. That’s not to say that lectures and precepts are useless — far from it. Instead, these lectures and precepts are mere jumping off points, sessions that I find galvanize my interest in a topic and cause me to furiously give chase thereafter. But I must admit that the constant exposure to all these different resources and fields of knowledge is a cruel reminder of sorts.

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Physics at Princeton

Princeton physics is legendary. All you need to know about Princeton physics to get a sense of how amazing it is, is that Albert Einstein taught here.

I’ve learned to love physics in my time here so far. I’ll admit, I didn’t love physics as much in high school. No fault of Mr. Davis or the Saratoga High physics program — I just wasn’t the best student. I didn’t try to firm grasp the concepts or explore the concepts in their entirety, and that was my fault. I wasn’t engaged with the material. There was one chapter on pressure and buoyancy that I did internalize (I was immensely proud of that), but the rest of the chapters flew by and left no lasting mark.

Fast forward to Princeton. Sure, physics here is legendarily difficult (in an intro class where many students have just started learning calculus, my professor was using surface integrals to explain work with non-conservative forces), but it’s rewarding. I’ve had to spend many hours agonizing over a few, supposedly simple concepts, but once it clicked, it was gratifying and resulted in pure euphoria.

By far, the best thing about physics at Princeton is the weekly lecture. These lectures are basically free physics shows — the lecturer, Professor Galbiati makes these well-worth attending. Professor Galbiati always has the most amazing demonstrations ready for us. He rides jet-propelled vehicles, uses exploding devices, and keeps all of us engaged with the material. He once brought a rifle to class, and shot at a block of wood to demonstrate conservation of momentum. And of course, my absolute favorite part of physics is Professor Galbiati’s catch-phrase; whenever one of his demonstrations leaves us speechless, he remarks (in his rich Italian accent too!): “There is no mystery here … only physics.”

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