OPINION
Knowledge in the service of society
By Prachiti Dalvi and Pranali Dalvi | October 3, 2013We were two—two in a crowd of about 1,200 peers our age—staring intently at former President Bill Clinton.
We were two—two in a crowd of about 1,200 peers our age—staring intently at former President Bill Clinton.
One must think twice, maybe three times, before using religious terminology. Words that are commonly used in the media to describe “religiously motivated” acts of violence are of special concern.
It's 3:30 a.m., and I'm on a bus between Kampala, Uganda and Nairobi, Kenya before returning home to the U.S.
Little did I know what horrific news would come my way in the next 30 minutes—my youngest child, my son, Matthew, a wonderful 21 year old Duke senior, was dead.
It’s been a whirlwind, huh? The second you arrive on Duke’s campus, your belongings are literally jarred loose from your vehicle by some bewildering students.
What began as a peaceful protest last week in Istanbul to save a park from being demolished has turned into a much larger, anti-government movement in a matter of days.
The tragedy in Boston is a heavy weight on the heart of every American.
Three years ago, I had no idea what the future had in store for me. I was just a regular boy from Southern California who wanted to try something new.
My grandfather looked fragile, a shell of his former self. We had just finished the part of Passover Seder called “Eating of the Festival Meal.”
There is nothing revelatory about the notion that it is difficult to live in Israel.
I am writing in response to the article, “Duke students opposing same-sex marriage largely stay quiet,” and generally to the recent dozen or so op-eds that have been about same-sex marriage.
“Raising awareness” has become something of a fad at Duke.
We Christians should expect our proclamation to appear mere foolishness to our unbelieving interlocutors (1 Corinthians 1:18-25), so the March 21 guest column by Fedja Pavlovic is hardly shocking.
“Is this the right chapel?” a tourist asked me at the West Campus bus stop, standing in the shadow of the 210-foot-tall tower.
Throughout our four years at Duke, we have often heard anecdotal accounts of the problems with Duke’s culture.
For those who haven’t been following the melodrama unfolding in the Capitol, the next highly anticipated show takes place this week.
We don’t like to talk about struggle. It’s easy to say that we should embrace vulnerability; living it proves much harder. Many of us are afraid to speak up when we’re having a hard time.
In response to the Feb. 19 column, “I rise in flame,” let me first say: I am sorry, Patrick. I was saddened and disheartened to hear of your experience as a gay man at Duke.
On Feb. 13, The Chronicle ran a guest piece (“Power monitoring”) criticizing the line monitors’ enforcement of walk-up line policies leading up to the Carolina game.