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Heavenly Buffaloes goes by many different nicknames on campus, but owners Mark Dundas and Dain Phelan prefer to call it the best spot in town.
“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” I whispered to John, one of three other students in class that day.
The other day, while my friend Julian and I were looking for a nice study spot to cram for our midterm, I got frustrated by how much time we were wasting trying to find a quiet and uninhabited enough table to claim in the Bryan Center.
Over winter break, I decided to worsen my social standing a bit by deleting Instagram off my phone. I’d noticed that opening the app had practically become an addiction; any time I wasn’t engaged with a task or person in real life, I would almost automatically open my phone and adeptly scroll through my home screen to reach Instagram within a matter of seconds.
My mother started smoking cigarettes when she was around 14 years old. Every one of her older siblings smoked, so for her, the youngest, it was really only a matter of time before she picked up the habit.
For a few months now, I’ve been repeatedly telling my friends about how excited I was to finally turn 21 and be able to order a goddamn beer with my burger at Burger Bach. And this last Tuesday, the day finally came.
When I graduate in a little more than a year, I will have Duke to thank for a plethora of valuable lessons that have been made available to me in the best ways possible. Math will not have been one of those lessons.
In recent days, it seems that Duke’s student body has grown as so many juniors return from their semesters abroad.
For me, one of life’s best cliché’s is how magical Christmas seems to make everything—the lights, the weather and—of course—the music. This year, I don’t think I’d even finished my Thanksgiving meal when Christmas music started pouring out of any speaker I got close to. While Michael Bublé and Paul McCartney make me feel warm and fuzzy, Mariah Carey and Penatonix make me twitch a bit. But regardless, it’s all a part of the wonderful season that means presents, family, food and shopping.
One of the most peculiar things I have ever witnessed happened in the small, winding alleyways of Fez, Morocco, while I was studying abroad there with the Duke in the Arab World program. Our group of 14 students followed our tour guide to the entrance of one of the famous Fez tanneries—a place where leather gets washed and dyed—and promptly began climbing the never-ending staircase that led us to the stunning view of the basins of dye on the building's roof.
With the end of the semester quickly approaching, it seems that many of students, myself included, have been finding it difficult to stay focused and motivated throughout their last few rounds of midterms. As a solution to their frustration, many have begun to experiment with sleep cycles as a way to keep themselves awake through the depressingly monotonous and routine months of fall.
As the weather begins to change and red-orange leaves coat the sidewalks and driveways of Duke’s lovely campus, there is no shortage of transformations visible in the student body: haircuts, new sweaters, a renewed sense of disgust and hatred towards Perkins Library and the bus schedule.
In light of recent political and environmental events, students at Duke have ceased reading the news in order to minimize stress and focus on how terrible their own lives are rather than worry about the general terribleness of everything else.
It was a bleak Friday morning on Duke’s campus. The ravages from midterm week were visible in buildings and dormitories from East to West, as victims of the disaster sought shelter and food as they made their way out of their examination rooms.
One of the best parts of living on West Campus is getting to wake up and enjoy a leisurely stroll across the sunlit, grassy quad over to ABP or Divinity Cafe for a hearty Saturday or Sunday morning breakfast. This weekend, that perk was made even more pleasurable by the herds of parents and alumni blocking all the sidewalks and main entrances, covered in Duke blue outfits that totally weren’t tacky.
There were about twenty young adults crammed into our tiny windowless classroom in Fez, which had a small AC unit that often stopped working. Fourteen of us were Duke students, participating in the 2017 Duke in the Arab World program in Morocco, and the others were all young Moroccans who had volunteered to engage with us in a conversation about citizenship.
Since Netflix released its latest series 13 Reasons Why on March 31, the book-based teenage drama has received nothing but praise for its casting and elegant treatment of such a hard subject matter: suicide. The story revolves around the death of Hannah, a high school student who has left a series of tapes explaining her decision to kill herself to the bunch of students who, she illustrates, have caused her to do so. The young adult novel it is based on was written by Jay Asher and published in 2007. In 2011, it was #1 on The New York Times best-seller list.
