The Chronicle

According to a fellow law school-bound friend, I am a risk-averse person.

I have a confession to make. I've been involved in a hit and run. Many, in fact.

I was a phone call away from never knowing any of you. When springtime rolled around in 2004, acceptance letters arrived in my mailbox from several schools I should have been ecstatic to attend.

Not many people can say their most memorable sports experience occurred while sitting on the concrete floor of a field house restroom.

For the past three years, I have shut off the part of my brain that pumps endorphins based on pressure man-to-man defense and starting quasi-four corners with eight minutes to go.

Writing this column was one of the hardest things I've done during my time at Duke-both because I will miss my dear friends at The Chronicle so much

The Duke of my freshman year was not cool enough for the Wayfarer Revolution. But something happened between then and now that has transformed an indiscriminate portion of the student body into exemplars of Ray-Ban's decades-old promise

In two weeks I'll be graduating-leaving academia after 16+ years in the system.