I've always loved our major reunions, but, in the past few years, I've come to enjoy the non-major reunions just as much - they are such a great way to catch up with friends who were not in our class.

Meeting my husband, Christian, the first week on campus in my zee group (1939 Hall in Wilson College). This was one of the first photos we took after we started dating spring semester of our freshman year (April 2015). We’ve now been together for 11 years and got married in 2022!

In my capacity as assistant master, chaperoning and driving van-loads of residential college students into NYC for Broadway shows.

Princeton gave me so many of my favorite people in the world, and it gives me an opportunity to see them all again (at least) every year at Reunions.

Graduation. After 4 years of hard work, many laughs, some tears, creating remarkable lifelong friendships, spectacular courses, and inspiring faculty, achieving my undergraduate degree.

I always look forward to meeting and engaging with alumni at reunions! At reunions 2023 I went to a computer science reunion and met a current senior graduating from the cos program, and it turns out I interviewed her! Full circle moment. 🧡

Arch sings! I lived in Blair all 4 years, and I loved hearing the a cappella groups sing!

My most cherished memory isn't the degree itself, but the moment my family stood beside me on stage during my hooding ceremony. It was the instant our collective dreams finally took flight, proving that while I walked the stage, we had all climbed the mountain together.

I always look forward to catching up with friends at Princeton events - love the orange and black energy the alumni association creates - and thought back to the opening of the new Princeton Stadium my senior year. I’m still in touch with many of the ladies and am so grateful for the lifelong friendships. 🧡🖤

Attended my first Alumni Day in February 2026. Sharing the day with my son in Class of ‘29 and my chosen sister, Lori Fouche ‘91, made the day truly special. The day is so inspiring from beginning with undergraduate and graduate awards to connecting with alumni at the luncheon and receptions. Go Tigers!

I was born and raised in the Bronx, NY during the birth of hip-hop music. When I got to Princeton in 1988, I was fortunate to connect with some fellow music lovers and The FoPo Disc Jockeys Co. was born. Lots of great memories ensued and almost 40 years later, we are still spinning and entertaining Princetonians. See you on the dance floor!

I will always fondly remember my Princeton University graduation weekend in early June 1981 and the joy this celebration gave to my parents (to my mother Elli Walter who worked in Firestone Library and in the Marquand Art Library for many years and to my father Paul Walter, a 1949 graduate of Princeton). One event from that weekend which we all enjoyed was greeting President and Mrs. Bowen with the families of other graduating seniors near the purple rhododendron in the beautiful and radiant Prospect Garden.
I will also always have many congenial memories of visiting the Princeton University Art Museum and various Graphic Arts and Rare Books exhibitions in Firestone Library with my dear mother Elli Walter over the course of about fifty years from 1969 through 2019.

Watching “Casablanca” screened by the Film Society at the old Frick Chemistry Building.

I always look forward to the annual A4P Lunar New Year Tiger gatherings held across the globe, including Princeton and NJ/NYC. More than festive reunions, they bring together Tigers across generations, disciplines and cultures to share the joy and aspirations of the Lunar New Year. Having attended the Princeton gatherings, I later began organizing one annually in Taiwan. This year, I am pleased to share the commemorative video of the [200th Anniversary of the Princeton Alumni Association] 2026 A4P/PWN Lunar New Year Tiger Dinner in Taiwan (Year of the Horse), featuring greetings from former Honorable Hosts, collaborators, Tigers, and friends from Princeton and around the world, reflecting the enduring bonds and global spirit of the Princeton community. Held at NTU Cosmology Hall, the event opened with a guided tour centered on the statue of Albert Einstein, honoring Princeton’s intellectual legacy. The venue carried special symbolism as the opening ceremony site of the inaugural Max Planck– IAS(Institute for Advanced Study, Princeton)–NTU(National Taiwan University) Center last autumn linking the celebration to a shared tradition of academic excellence. Delight to cheer for Old Nassau at this 200th Anniversary LNY Tiger event!

The holidays at Princeton were magical. The first snowflakes portended the annual (and since-banned) Nude Olympics. Winter Break approached. And somehow, the holiday decorations and lights carefully taped to casement windows brought the campus together.

Each year, the a cappella singing groups would host a Holiday Arch at Blair Arch. The audience packed the arch and spilled out of the top of the iconic arch and down the stairs as friends and fans came to join the festivities.

Each of the seven groups in existence then (Tigerlilies, Tigressions, Katzenjammers, Madrigal Singers, Tigertones, Footnotes, and my Nassoons) would perform two songs. The notorious Offbeats would crash the event with their (ok, OUR -- I was one of them, too) hilarious parody of some popular tune and of the a cappella scene in general.

And then, the hundreds in attendance of us would join in song until we were hoarse and exhausted. We would finish with an a cappella version of Handel's "Hallelujah Chorus." At the time, tradition called for the Nassoon music director (me) to conduct. Leading that event -- and specifically singing the descending trumpet line in the Hallelujah Chorus -- remains one of the highlights of my time at Old Nassau.

Professor Elaine Champion took her Russian Lit class into New York City to see a live performance of Chekov’s play “The Cherry Orchard.” On the way back to Princeton, we were too late to get the Dinky from Princeton Junction, so we had to walk back to campus as a class through the empty streets of Princeton. The feeling of walking, late at night, in the middle of the road, under the lights, led Pied-Piper-style by this energetic professor, after experiencing the coolness of the NYC theater scene and Champion’s love for her subject matter, was pretty magical for this public schooled Midwesterner.

I cherished Third World Center events: cookouts, parties , playing Bid whist. These photos were taken at a TWC cookout circa 1977. You can see students from '77 and '78 playing bid whist in the top. There are students playing volleyball to the left and enjoying the food on the right.
Photo credit : Gwendolyn Fortson Waring '77

I will never forget the 10th anniversary for my program (Master in Finance, Bendheim center). I was awed by the speakers assembled, and noted to my classmate how much I was looking forward to the first panel. I was a bit embarrassed to have noted my preference for the first set of speakers over the second since I noticed right behind me was a speaker from the second panel: a Princeton professor, Nobel Prize winner, and author of several books on my shelf. Of course, Princeton will often amaze you in that way - anywhere you turn could be the rockstars of your field.

The Princeton spirit at the annual Dante Reunions on campus--and at those taking place in Tuscany.
Here is a snapshot of Robert Hollander class of ’55 and Virginia Marchesi class of ’30 at one such reunion of some years ago.

Marrying my husband (and fellow Princeton classmate and track teammate) on campus. It was the most beautiful late April day, and we captured some amazing pictures, including at Wilson College, where we both lived.

- IAS and CGI Events (guest lectures, conferences, nature visits)
- Playing Badminton in Dillon Gym
- Celebrating Indian Festivals with PHS x HLP (Garba, Diwali, Holi, Bollywood Nights)
- Grad Formals

During our Frosh OA trip our trip leaders shared the tradition of stealing the clapper from the bell in Nassau Hall during Freshman week, in the hopes that if the bell couldn't ring, classes couldn't start. We decided that the class of 1984 was not going the bear the shame of failing to steal the clapper, so one evening we assembled a group and some likely tools. (Apparently, some classmates had the forethought to bring an assortment of wrenches, hacksaws, and the like to Princeton with them.)

We got member of our group into the building by boosting them high enough to get in a window that had been left cracked open. We met him at a door... unfortunately backed by several members of campus security. The open window was a trap. Security was waiting outside the door to that room.

We next brought the whole group in through the basement and surreptitiously (or so we thought) made our way up the stairs. On the first floor more security calmly showed us to the door. I dodged and sprinted past, and most of the rest of the group followed. We made it to the base of the bell tower. Unfortunately, I never made it up into the tower myself, since I was holding the door to keep security out, But our group successfully retrieved the clapper.

Interacting with my fellow students (the focus of my draft Princeton memoirs), including my Princeton Hunger Action/1976 Food Week/World Hunger Conference co-founders; a roommate who we told visitors was dead when he rigidly fell asleep on his back with his arms crossed and his eyes open; one who fled in terror from what he yelled were “dangerous” static electricity sparks we generated from a new shag rug; another with an unlimited alcohol tolerance—after we collapsed from tasting a wide variety of drinks we mixed for him, he continued to down them after accurately guessing their contents and showing no signs of having consumed even one; the entrymates who free-climbed campus buildings, rode a unicycle, used a Sweeney Todd style straight razor and insisted “I think it’s ugly anymore” was standard English; the drunken classmate we carried to the Infirmary after he dove head first down (most of) a stone flight of stairs; and another whose epic late night Ivy Inn drinking bout led to his rooftop screaming that sadly convinced the proctors to seal off access to the roof of Edwards Hall.
Sophomore Photo L to R: the late great Bob Parmele '75, Paul Hutton '76, Charlie Alcorn '76, me (Glenn Sugameli '76) & Bob Barcley '76.

"Most cherished" is too hard - but there are two standouts from my freshman year that in a fundamental way reflect the essence of what I cherish about Princeton - the incredible collective community it represents.

When Princeton men's basketball went to the NCAA tournament in March of 1996, I was still new to campus. I don't remember who brought me to a watch party in the junior slums or whose room we were in. But I remember how a mundane party changed as the game went on: how silent everything was when things were tense, hearing an audible gasp through the windows at an error. And I remember the cheering - not just in the room, but across campus. We poured out into campus after the victory and flowing into a literal stream of people who seemed to be drawn by an invisible force to prospect street, cheers continuing to erupt outside, from inside dorms, strangers celebrating together. Prospect Street (the actual street) was packed with people from Cap to Ivy -- cars couldn't pass, there was spontaneous and collective singing, cheering, and so much joy.

Later that year was my first P-rade - unlike anything I'd seen, but yet similar to what I'd felt when we beat UCLA. A profound, visceral, somatic experience of community.