Let me start off by saying this: I am gay. Even just a few months ago, I would not have felt comfortable saying those words to anyone (including myself), but I’ve come a long way since then and now am more than happy to say that I’m here, I’m queer and y’all better get used to it.
Our most recent Durham municipal election occurred on November 3, 2015, when Bill Bell was re-elected as mayor and three city council seats were filled, one by incumbent Steve Schewel and two by newcomers Jillian Johnson and Charlie Reece.
Senior Michaela Domaratzky shares a poem about Duke.
“I can’t believe that this kind of stuff is still happening and being said,” one of my close friends, an ally to the LGBTQ+ community remarked to me the night before in regards to the death threat made against Jack Donahue in his own dorm. “I’m not surprised at all, honestly. This type of thing has gotten old,” I responded.
With Halloween still fresh in our minds, anyone who dressed up as a Native American or an Indian belly dancer most likely did not go unnoticed.
The roughly one million frozen embryos idly sitting in storage in fertility clinics across the United States has long been a point of controversy.
A cultural anthropology seminar took over East Campus Quad to transform the way that first-year students feel about failure. Last Saturday afternoon, the students of a class named “Failure: The Culture and History of An Idea” managed a “Failure Fsetival”—spelled incorrectly on purpose—in front of Marketplace, welcoming over 120 first-year students.
As I start bookbagging for the last time as a senior, I find myself paralyzed by all of the options.
From Sophie Cruz’s crayon-scrawled letter to the pope, to Jesus “Chuy” Huerta’s memory—his vigil march forged by injustice and tear gas—to the unsung women of color on this campus that sin ningua queja hold it down, to my primos luchando para estudiar en este país, to the newly born “anchor babies,” to the undocumented workers still unpaid to renovate the Marriot hotel downtown, to my Black herman@s still without sanctuary, to the obituaries and pantheons littering my tongue, yo dedico estas palabras a tí... Code-switching is as natural for me as a heartbeat, so let me first be perfectly clear: this university sterilizes my difference for the sake taste of (white) consumption.
Study abroad isn’t that great. It just isn’t what it used to be. We have high expectations for study abroad, and those expectations can be met with some effort.
A common assumption when studying abroad is that you matriculate and immediately make tons of local (read: non-American) friends.
Life's darker side can encroach even in the best and most carefree years of life—college. So cherish what makes you different (or similar) by cherishing it with someone special.
There are some things that truly cannot be taught in any classroom, some things that cannot be experienced in any way except firsthand.
The one-celled, slipper-shaped animal we know as Paramecium can live alone, dividing into two when it is time to reproduce.
I left my sophomore year at Duke feeling tired, and it wasn’t just from a lack of sleep. The sophomore slump hit me hard.
It’s over. It’s got to be over. With the near-death of Lamar Odom, the undeserved aura that trails each high-heeled step of any one of the Kardashians’ lives must be dimmed.
“Didn’t you say that you only had a sister,” asked my confused friend, Ben, when I told him that I visited my brother. “Yes, and he is now my brother,” I replied, a little guarded. Coming out to tell the world that you are transgender is hard.
It was 1988 when Edward Said said that “for the present... the wall-to-wall nonsense about terrorism can inflict grave damage.” Unfortunately for Dr. Said, may he rest in peace, very little has changed.
Sherwood, Windsor, Farquaad — what do all of these names have in common? They are all Independent Houses under Duke University’s new housing model.
Tomorrow is Duke’s celebration of National Coming Out Day. Celebrated with a plaza party and the famous “Love = Love” shirts, tomorrow is the day for celebrating “Coming Out” and publically assuming my sexual orientation and gender identity.
