<p>My club meant a LOT to me in my years at Princeton. It’s always going to fill me with warm fuzzies and memories and I adored the specific people and loved the traditions.</p>
<p>Had bicker not been successful for me, there was a sign-in club that was very similar where I would have been equally as happy. It’s great in college to have somewhere to hang out each day where you know everyone’s name; where you can sit anywhere at lunch because you know everyone else. The clubs offer parties, and that’s huge; but they also offer places to hang out between classes; libraries where the seniors shut themselves up together to work on their theses; lawns where people hang out playing cornhole in the sun. My happiest Princeton memories revolve around my club.</p>
<p>Not all of my friends bickered the same club, and some didn’t bicker at all. That didn’t exclude anyone from hanging out anywhere and having a great time. My friends who decided not to join clubs were certainly no less happy or included in campus life than anyone else. The clubs are what you make them, and you won’t be able to decide until you get here whether or not it’s for you. But don’t make it the end-all-be-all of a Princeton decision.</p>