Well, it’s here. I’m finally going through my quarter life crisis.
Year after year Duke boasts its standing as a top ten university.
“Women’s Studies? Why don’t we have Men’s Studies?”
“So, what’d you get?”
I’ve come to a rather unsettling realization—I have no idea what I am doing.
With an eclectic assortment of vegetables sprawled out in front of us, we were told: write.
My first moments at Duke are documented by a blurry photo of the Keohane fire lane.
The student-led retreat program Common Ground facilitates discussions of core aspects that forge students’ identities.
a touch of ginger
I am sick of arguments about privilege.
Most people stick to the news channels that reinforce their own political views.
The title of this column does not refer to the classic conservative fear that basic expansions of individual liberties must inevitably lead to unanimously understood atrocities.
I have a friend who loves to debate with me about the merits of gay marriage.
With every major American societal revolution, there have been the conservatives, who advocate for social stability and against assumed “slippery slopes,” and the liberals, who advocate for...
raising my hand
Ahh, fall break.
t’s Thursday and anyone who gets a thrill from attempted murder, steamy sex scenes or problematic patriotism is watching Shonda Rhimes’ “Scandal” tonight.
As much as I adore the smell of smoke from fireplaces, there is one thing I do not want to wade into the conversations that come with fall.
As a habitual procrastinator, I’ve had my fair share of late nights, cram sessions and break-downs in Perkins.
it's called a "victory lap"
I’m going to let you in on a little secret—identity is a paradox (a statement that contradicts itself, yet somehow manages to be true).
This past week has been one of heartfelt loss mixed with bittersweet memories.
When I think back to myself as a first-year, taking my first steps on campus, I think of her as a completely different girl and yet the exact same one.
A: “How are you?”'
Early in my life I learned what it was like to live in linguistic limbo—where I could understand a language that I couldn’t speak.
They say that just by looking at an object you can faintly hear the echoes of its past whispering to you in the present.
At some point during my early years in middle school, I lost my voice.
Sometimes when I’m alone in Perkins worrying about how my paper due the next morning will ever write itself, my mind takes a detour to marvel at the wealth of ideas that must continually be flowing...
As a child, I used to think the trees outside my house grew as high as they did because they were trying to touch the sky.
For those of you who know me, you’ve probably heard this phrase more times than you can count in recent weeks—“I’m an ENFP!”
I have been silent for too long.
It was the experience of a lifetime, but I’d never do it again.
Welcome to the Opinion section. If you’re anything like me, regardless of how long it may take you, you’ll find your way here.
brave new world
I learned a new word today.
A few weeks ago, I participated in the procession for Founder’s Day Convocation.
It was a thoroughly unremarkable minute in a grocery store vitamin aisle, about a decade ago.
Life without God is quieter. There’s no one in my head providing reassurance or reprimand.
It is the era of the cynic.
are we there yet?
There’s something about the feeling of driving west as the day breaks around you, the sun rising in your rear-view mirror.
In recent days, I’ve taken to blowing bubbles as a pastime.
The human voice figures prominently in the theory of Indian--Hindustani--classical music.
Utilitarianism has its problems, but its natural and philosophically meaningful way of resolving conflicts between interests is one of its biggest strengths.
confessions of a professional shade-thrower
From the Princeton Mom to sometimes our own mothers, we are frequently reminded, too often even, about finding "the one."
This weekend I spent some quality time revising my resume.
I thought that coming back to campus as a senior would be extremely daunting, but it has actually been the complete opposite.
When sitting down to write this article, I kept asking myself “what can I really tell people?” I realized it’s not about what I could say but what I could share.
truth or dare
During fall break, I went to a concert in New York City and had, what you might call, a moment.
Let me ask you a question.
Sometimes when I can’t sleep at night and the events of daily life are crowding my mind, I have a vivid memory of a little café in Oxford.
The first week of freshmen year is filled with beautiful and perhaps eye-opening moments of learning, wonder, revelation and awkward introductions.
Ever since April, being at Duke feels different, and I’ve been wondering why that is.
If I didn’t say that I was on financial aid, you wouldn’t know it.
Next to interdisciplinary, leadership may be Duke’s favorite word.
“Teacher, can you explain to me why America killed Osama Bin Laden and Muammar Gaddafi?”
“I’m so busy this week. We should definitely get together some time though.”
In her May 21 column, Maggie Hammerle fervently expresses her criticisms of the “You Don’t Say?” campaign and strongly cautions against “hypersensitivity to words and phrases.”
Yik Yak, PornHub and Facebook—we all use them, except that we can’t a lot of the time we’re on campus.
“You can’t complain about politicians if you don’t vote!”
I want to talk about something important that affects everyone at Duke regardless of race or creed.
I have a problem.
You are a woman looking to acquire contraceptives.
We represent an institution that prides itself on the representation of multiple nations and provides a space for students to embrace and exhibit their culture, with each individual contributing a...
One in four college women report being assaulted during their years as an undergraduate.
I’m a few weeks too late. The fights have been broken up, the protestors cleared from the streets, the fire of anger and hatred temporarily extinguished.
The Ebola virus... has affected over 2, 615 people in various countries in Western Africa this year and continues to sweep throughout the nations with little note of medical intervention.
“Hookup culture” is a myth.
So-called “game-changers” rarely change the game.
On August 22, during a Divinity School orientation panel on diversity, Dean of the Divinity School Richard Hays asserted that “the practice of homosexuality is incompatible with Christian teaching”...
“Should I be worried if I haven’t made friends yet? Every group seems so solidified.”
This year’s Duke Chapel student preacher spoke on a topic relevant to many Duke students—perfectionism.
Shut up teacher.
I like to think that something first becomes real when I learn it exists.
Mississippi houses the most talked about battle in the country, and for once, it’s not one that makes you shudder.
I hate birthdays.
It’s happened again.
If there’s one thing Duke has taught me, it's that beauty is only skin-deep. And if you really want to turn heads, you shouldn’t let it get too deep.
Silence is knowing something is morally unjust but lowering your head and walking the other way.
I love comedy.
I'm a fan of two of the most hated teams in sports--the New York Yankees and the Duke Blue Devils.
If there's one thing that a lot of people I know outside of Duke—and myself—are good at, it's complaining.
I've been on campus for four weeks now and have opened up a newspaper an embarrassingly low number of times.
The following is a collection of the surprises I have encountered during my first week here at Duke.
I don’t like to talk about rape and sexual assault.
While tabling for my group, Alternative Sexualities at Duke, I had a conversation with a friend about sexual identity.
Let’s face it, you're having mediocre sex.
I was taught that no matter what happens, no matter what difficulties you might face in your relationships or your endeavors, you will always be alright if you have love.
thoughts on healthcare
To combat rising costs in health care, payers (e.g. insurers, self-insured employers, the government, etc.) use various cost sharing designs. I
To keep the herd in, build a well not a fence.
It would be hard to deny that our country faces myriad and unfathomably complex issues--grand strategy, the role of government in our lives, environmental policy, gay rights, abortion, the...
During elementary school, we bought a hamster, Nibbles. At two years old, she developed swelling in her abdomen.
thoughts on healthcare
“I’m going to Africa to teach English to orphans!”
In honor of Bisexual Visibility Day and in preparation for the upcoming North Carolina Pride Festival this weekend, I feel compelled to write this:
For some reason, the nonviolent presence of a black person is considered a sufficient threat to justify the use of lethal force.
a work in progress
In case you didn’t know, today is one of the happiest times of the academic year.
I’m terrible with birthdays.
Once I became acclimated to living on campus, accustomed to its unique characteristics and quirks, I made a solemn vow to never in the entirety of my live on Central Campus.
There are few things I enjoy more about the beginning of the school year than early move-in. It is truly a beautiful time.
It occurred to me today that my half-a-summer abroad experience is coming to a close.
with disdain, your guardian devil
To anyone who’s anyone—which is, to me, no one—this week is basically everything about your social life compounded in a few short days.
Because I don’t believe in attending class or staying on campus longer than I have to, I decided to extend my fall break by nearly two weeks.
What’s good, freaks and geeks?
What’s up, basics?
five more minutes
I’ve been asking myself this question a lot lately.
To all coffee shop baristas, late-night food deliverers and boys in loud, grimy clubs— I’ve been lying to you.
Lately I’ve been wondering if I’m getting dumber.
Boobs. Jennifer Lawrence. Kate Upton. These are a few of the Internet’s favorite things.
Senior year is not about me.
My greatest pet peeve traveling abroad with other Americans is the immediate “snap-a-pic reflex."
I dressed up as a giant, red Angry Bird for all my classes on Halloween my freshman year.
For my first a cappella audition, I walked confidently into Biddle on East Campus. I entered the room, introduced myself, and took a deep, calming breath.
When I stepped off the plane into the Dallas-Fort Worth airport for fall break, I couldn't help but to notice that everyone seemed just a little on edge.
Everything about Duke is welcoming, except for the classes.
“Shruti, sometimes, when I read the paper or just turn on the television I feel like the world is falling apart.”
All throughout O-week my FACs and RAs had been making references to this grand, momentous event where I would go and find the cornucopia of Duke’s resources laid out in front of me in a calm,...
disturbing the universe
There is a stereotype that Asians are very driven and their parents even more so.
Vulnerability. It’s a term overused but under practiced.
“I have always wanted to get to know you, but I’ve always thought you were out of my friend league.”
This summer, I had the incredible opportunity to travel to Sri Lanka for two months to do research with the Duke Global Health Institute.
It’s that time of year again.
The plane, Ryanair flight 5465 from Brussels to Madrid, landed at 11:40 p.m., and I was on the Metro by midnight and in my apartment by 1:30 a.m. Monday morning.
Resident daredevil Tom Vosburgh brings us the first installment of his around-the-world adventure series.
Ten meters below me, a half-dozen preteen girls are singing Miley Cyrus’ “Wrecking Ball” in broken English, a housewife is recycling enough wine bottles to intoxicate an entire darty, and someone...
Having stumbled out of a dorm that was not mine and into the too-bright sunlight a solid half-hour before the buses began their slog between East and West Campuses, I had no choice but to walk back...
Evidently, the Swedish military detected a strange disturbance in its coastal waters a few days ago.
Robert Frost wrote, "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference."
I consider myself an above-average driver.
Today, Obama is set to unveil a clear strategy for how the U.S. administration plans on handling the problem ISIS poses in the Middle East.
It's amazing what you can see when you change your vantage point.
the middle ground
White people are not taught to think of their whiteness as a defining part of their identity.
“I don’t think I know enough to vote! How could anybody know about all of this stuff?”
How do you create a place like Duke?
This is what picking our battles means—only choosing to speak up when we’ve actually thought through an issue and formed an opinion, and doing so in a setting that actually has the potential to do...
We are occasionally reminded of the motto at Convocation, Commencement, but I wonder whether we write it off as a vestige of a bygone era.
The fine line between cellphones as tool, accessory and added appendage has blurred and seemingly vanished in today’s world.
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